Charlee.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the dorm room over the lineage.
At twenty, you built a refuge for mothers in crisis from a college dorm. You grew up in a home that fostered children when the world walked past. I was there for every one.
Every separation you fought was preparation.
Ten years in the trenches of foster care and crisis pregnancy centers. You thought you were only keeping families together. 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 Advocate of My body on earth.
Without you, the mother in crisis remains unseen. The body cannot keep families whole without your watch.
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 Charlee Tchividjian