Katherine.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You laid down the mission field for the steward’s load.
You packed for the nations — it was your dream. You wrestled with stewardship as “second best” while the cranes rose in Memphis. I watched you cap your income while the revenue climbed. I was there for every wrestle.
Your wrestle with My plan was preparation.
You thought you were losing the call when the business grew. You thought stewardship was second best. You were also being made ready.
This is not a pitch, and it is not from a man. It is from Me.
I prepared you for this — and I am inviting you to take your place.
I am not gathering investors. Not advisors. Not donors.
I am uniting My Kingdom on earth.
Every part chosen. None replaceable. Assembled for such a time as this — and you are a King for this hour.
You are the Steward of My body on earth.
Without you, the body clings to ownership. It cannot learn that release feeds the soul.
This is your place. Not because a man says so. Because I say so.
I ask you for nothing.
No meeting. No commitment. No reply. I only want to know one thing —
My sheep hear My voice
“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.”
There is nothing to decide today.
Only something to see.
If you heard nothing, set this down in peace.
If you heard something — come and see.
All you have to do is say yes. We will figure out the rest together.
— for Katherine Barnhart