Moshe began working for Yisro. He proved to be an exceptional shepherd, taking care of his father-in-law’s sheep as if they were his very own.
Moshe, just like his ancestors, was a very honest shepherd. He would always take the flocks out to graze, and make sure to lead them to a faraway, wild field, where he was absolutely certain that they would not eat any grass that belonged to someone else.
Moshe lovingly nurtured every single sheep. Under his care, not even one of them had been hurt by wild beasts.
One day, while Moshe was busy tending his flock, he noticed that one baby lamb was missing. Immediately he ran to find the lamb, and finally found it by a stream of water.
“Ah, there you are,” said Moshe. “I’ve been looking all over for you. You must have been very thirsty. Now, you must be so tired.” Moshe, with loving care, lifted the baby on his shoulders and carried it back to the rest of the flock.
HaShem noticed the kind and caring way that Moshe tended the sheep, and said, “You Moshe, who tend the sheep with such care and mercy, you are the one I choose to lead My “flock” – Bnei Yisrael, the Children of Israel.”
And so it happened that one day, Moshe, while tending his flock, found himself at a mountain with none other than HaShem Himself! This mountain, called Mount Sinai, would later be the place of the most important event in Jewish history – the giving of the Torah.