Bri.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the back room over the spotlight.
The public record shows no acclaim—only the title of Office Manager at JPL Cares. The world sees insufficient data; I see the fidelity in the hidden things. I was there for every one.
The hidden labor was not wasted.
You held the center while the public record remained silent. You thought you were managing the office. 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 Hands of My body on earth.
Without you, the body loses its order. It cannot care for the daily needs of the saints.
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 Bri Bowers