Bob.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You stood before the courts and the crowds, choosing to defend the defenseless when the cost was high and the outcome uncertain.
You spoke for those who could not speak for themselves. I was there.
I have been preparing you through the long nights and the quiet years, shaping your heart through the fragile life of Lucas.
The patience you learned in the waiting room is the strength you wield now. 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 Watchman of My body on earth.
You see the storm coming from a distance and you sound the trumpet in Zion.
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 Vander Plaats