Buddy.
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 deed was signed.
You thought no one noticed the weight of the pen in your hand. I was there. I saw the calculation behind your eyes, the worry for those who would stand on this ground after you. You protect what is entrusted to you. But you have forgotten who entrusted it to you.
The quiet was not empty.
You sought silence to think, to plan, to secure the perimeter. But in the quiet, being made ready. I was sharpening your spirit for a purpose beyond the boundary lines. The walls you build are not just for shelter; they are to be open doors.
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.
Not because you own the land, but because I own you.
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 Buddy Harrison