"Not my own." Those words caught my attention as the young man pronounced them as he led prayers at one of our intercessory meetings. The context was the story of the two women who approached King Solomon to help determine whose baby was the living one.
I felt drawn into the discourse, and the more I studied, the more I saw that the problem was an identity issue. The object was a baby and transposed to our world can be a vision, a destiny, a purpose, and so on. God blessed both women with gifts to nurture. They received blessings that should define or, at the very least, affect their future. They each recognized and owned their gifts. The journey had been a while, nine months, many hours spent nurturing the dream. Imagine the joy and anticipation of holding the manifestation of God's promise and grace. The emotions could range from pure joy to anxiety, with the mothers through the gestation period, wondering what the future held for their babies. They could only hope and pray that all would be well.
