Who is in your Delivery Room?

Child birth is one of the most incredible and beautiful facets of life. There is much celebration for the pending arrival of this little bundle of joy. Showers are planned. Names are picked. Nurseries are decorated. Pictures are taken. Doctor visits are had. All in the anticipation of this little life that will change the world of those connected to him/her. As the day approaches, it is not all fun and games. As beautiful as this moment is, child birth can be filled with emotions of fear, doubt, anxiety and the like. The delivery room is where it all takes place. As the parent(s) enter the delivery room, they are surrounded by people who will assist in this miracle of life. It is important to choose the occupants of the delivery room very carefully. Those in the delivery room are there to provide encouragement and support as the mother accomplishes one of the most daunting feats in life.

Figuratively, we ALL (male or female) will experience the pangs of child birth. It could be the birth of a song, a ministry, a book, a business, a degree, your destiny. Every seed that has been planted in your spirit must be birthed. You can nurture and coddle your (insert destiny altering accomplishment) in the comfort of your womb all you want, but the purpose of the above mentioned is to be birthed. And when that time comes, it is critical to select the occupants of your delivery room very carefully. The delivery room is the place where your destiny is revealed. It is the place where what was once inside of your spirit is now manifest for the world to see. You need a team of people around who will support and encourage your delivery.

When I gave birth to my oldest daughter, I labored for 23 hours. To say I was exhausted is a gross understatement. I was so tired that I fell asleep during contractions. I begged for a cesarean section because I felt that I was too tired to go one. My poor husband didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to see his wife in this much pain and exhaustion. My mother and mother-in-law was in the room also. Their calm voices confirmed my fear. I was going to have to push. I didn’t want to push because I knew that it was going to hurt. It was too hard. At that moment I didn’t care about the embarrassment of being completely exposed to the entire room. I had to push. After a few pushes, she was finally here. The pain was instantly a distant memory. I was now focused on this beautiful little girl who has captured everyone’s attention.

When it is time for you to give birth, be selective and discerning about who you allow in that space. Only allow those who are qualified in delivery and those who will encourage (not coddle) you into deliverance.