Bobby.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You turned away from the stone building to find the Living Rock.
You called out to Me in the dark, not with a rosary, but with your raw heart. I was there.
I stripped you of your titles and your sales metrics to prepare you for something deeper.
I allowed the burnout so you would learn how to heal. 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 Restorer of My body on earth.
You reach the parts that the structure cannot touch—the weary, the skeptical, the spiritually orphaned.
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 Bobby Manard