Brandon.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the path of the bridge over the path of the bank.
You could have hoarded the venture. I was there.
You are stewarding the stories of the broken as well as the accounts of the wealthy.
The years in Cheyenne and the boardrooms in Houston are one fabric to Me. 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.
Because you see that resources are not for owning, but for deploying.
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 Brandon Lackey