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Sons of the Flaming Throne 3 – Ch. 6 | KT OLLA

RIGHT after the queen had whispered her words of reassurance, her mind ran back to grasp what God had once sent through Nathan to David.

It was long before the woman had met with the king, that the prophet spoke of a child she’d bear for him. And she learned about that future only when the boy came.

Indeed, you shall bear a son, who shall be a man of peace; and I will give him peace from all his enemies all about.

His name shall be Solomon, for I will give Israel peace and quietness in his time.

He shall build a temple for Me, and he shall be My son and I will be his Father.

Then if he is steadfast to keep my law and precepts, I will establish the throne of his kingdom for ever!

Now when Bathsheba remembered, she found the strength to believe.

Solomon must reign, she said to herself. My son must rule because God chose Him!

She turned to the prophet of God and asked, ‘Tell me, sir; what must I do?’

Nathan knew the queen was back. That her fright had given way to faith, and her faith had found the strength to work.

Then if there was anything he was learning then, it was that all waters are born peaceful, and all can run forceful.

That the matter of God’s great kingdom was one of faith and fierceness. One of water, but hot water.

So the prophet gave instructions.

‘You must go to the King at once and ask him about the promise he made to you concerning Solomon, in line with the prophecy about him.

‘Then you shall tell him about Adonijah’s plan and what he is doing at the valley spring to crown himself King.

‘Then you will ask him to save you and Solomon your son before the Fourth Prince slays you after he passes on.’

Bathsheba nodded with attention.

Nathan went on. ‘Now while you are still talking, I will come in from outside to tell the King the same news...

‘And by this I will confirm your story and add the needed weight to this great matter.’

The queen felt quite grateful. She noted everything Nathan said and asked to swing to action immediately.

The prophet was amazed at her boldness. He saw that she’d caught the fire.

‘The Lord grant you favour, Your Majesty! And look, I am following right after you!’

Bathsheba bowed to say amen. And then she mumbled the prophet’s promise again.

‘Everything will be well,’ she said. ‘Everything will be!’

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