Carroll.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the quiet stewardship of $575 million over the podium.
For decades in Amarillo, you guarded assets meant for My name—distributing tens of millions to healthcare and ministries while remaining unseen. You worked in conjunction with the Baptist General Convention of Texas not for praise, but for the Kingdom. I was there for every grant.
Every year of preservation was preparation.
You held the assets steady—$459 million short-term, $99 million long—so the work would not fail when the storm came. You preserved the endowment so the healing could continue long after you stepped down. You thought you were guarding capital. 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 Steward of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot fund the healing. The nursing students at WTAMU would not have the facility. The 80 organizations across the Southwest would lack the means to touch the suffering.
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 Carroll Bedwell