Bruce.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you when the screen faded to black and the code stopped making sense, yet you remained seated in the quiet, tracing the seam where the light cracks through the darkness. You thought you were alone in that stillness, but I was leaning close, watching you choose presence over performance when no one else was looking.
I was there for every one.
Every line of syntax you have wrestled with and every silent hour spent waiting for the design to reveal its true form was My hand fitting you for this exact threshold. The fractures in the old structures and the gold pouring into the gaps were not accidents, but the necessary fires to make you ready to stand when the doors fly open.
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 The Illuminator of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the one who holds the lantern high so others can see the path through the breaking dark. You hold the line for them.
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 Bruce Witt