I came from a long line of military men.  My father, Eliam was one of David’s mightiest soldiers.  My grandfather, one of David’s trusted advisors.  It was only natural that I would marry into that lifestyle.

I loved my husband, Uriah, but I rarely saw him, because of his commitment to fighting for the king.  Still, I remained faithful to this man.  I knew what it was like to have the head of the house in the military.  I longed for his presence.  I grew lonely and felt insignificant.  I waited patiently for his infrequent visits.

On the day that King David arrived in Jerusalem, I watched as he danced through the streets and my heart stopped as I saw this great warrior.  He was handsome and strong, his skin tanned by the Middle Eastern sun.  His popularity was apparent. Everyone loved their new king.

When he summoned me to his palace, I had no idea what his intentions were, but I went.  Apparently he had been watching me as well.  I succumbed to his advances – I’m not sure if it was willingly or not.  The result was a pregnancy that was unplanned and difficult to explain considering Uriah was never around.

When I told David  I was with child, he knew he had to do something to make it right.  When Uriah returned, I think he suspected something.  Maybe it was my imagination or he could tell by my changing shape that I had been unfaithful.  He separated himself from me and stayed with his soldiers.  David tried to convince him to come to me and perhaps he would believe that the child I would have, was Uriah’s.

As with all deception, one thing leads to another.  Lies begat more lies and the last was the worst.  He sent a message to Uriah’s commander to put him in the front lines and thus be killed.

My heart was torn in two.  I felt responsible in so may ways.  If only I hadn’t given in to this  shameful act.  If only I wasn’t so lonely.  If only …

David’s guilt caught up with him too.  The court prophet, Nathan accused him of adultery and murder. The great King of Jerusalem  was flawed, but still forgiven by God.

The only thing to do now, was become David’s wife and bear his child.  This little child who became ill immediately and died in my arms seven days after his birth.  This child of illegitimate nature died because of my sin – and David’s.  We mourned together.

I became pregnant again.  This child lived and accomplished great things.  He would build the temple at Jerusalem according to God’s design.  He had great wealth.  He experienced all that life had to offer him, but after time he realized that all of it was meaningless.

Solomon wasn’t first in line to inherit David’s throne, but I knew he was the right one to lead the nation after David’s death.  By God’s intervention, Solomon did become King, by David’s proclamation, and I would be the Queen mother.

From Solomon’s line the Messiah would come to save the entire world.  The blood line would continue.  Out of an evil situation, God produced good.  He does that, you know.  Everything works according to His providence and perfect planning.  Even through sinful events, He can turn things around in a blink of an eye.

God’s Word is true and He always keeps His promises.