Bob.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the warehouse floor before the boardroom.
Forty-five years climbing from production to delivery to warehousing. You did not demand the title. I was there for every shift.
The loss of the title was preparation.
You paid a professional price for putting God first. You refused to apologize for your convictions. You thought you were defending a company. 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 Storehouse of My body on earth.
You do not manage portfolios; your checks go to things that feel righteous. Without you, the body cannot fund the fight.
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 Unanue