Bob.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you when you laid down the scoreboard of the first half to pick up the towel of service, whispering that true significance begins only when the applause fades.
I was there for every one.
Every boardroom victory and every quiet moment of surrender was the fire that tempered your vision, fitting you to translate earthly success into eternal stewardship for those who come after.
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 The Translator of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the bridge where accumulated wealth crosses over into Kingdom significance, ensuring the fruit of your labor grows on trees you will never sit under. You hold the line for them.
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 Bob Buford Deceased Legacy Network