Everyone is screaming about the seed.
The idea. The prophecy. The calling. The dream.

But the Lord whispered something deeper…
“It’s not the seed that fails. It’s the womb that was never prepared.”

A seed is not the beginning of greatness.
The womb is.

The womb must be clean enough to house destiny.
Deep enough to nurture it.
Strong enough to hold it to full term.

It’s easy to shout, “I carry nations!”
But can your womb handle the pressure of nations kicking in you?

Can it stretch without tearing?
Can it grow without breaking?
Can it wait without rushing?

You don’t need another word.
You need a womb worthy of what was already spoken.
Don’t just pray for a new beginning.
Pray for the interior renovation that can carry it.

Some are anointed for platforms.
But God is raising a generation consecrated for the secret place.

They don’t just birth vision.
They become the vision.

— V. Bongfen-Zaumu