Chris.
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 road stretched endlessly beneath your wheels during those Pelotonia climbs, and in the burning of your legs, you chose to keep pedaling not for the finish line, but because you remembered what it felt like to be carried.
I was there for every one.
Every shift from the sanctuary you sought at Lee University to the boardrooms where you now steward billions was not a departure from My call, but the deliberate forging of a vessel capable of healing through structure rather than sermon.
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 Steward of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the quiet architecture that allows others to rise, turning the weight of your influence into a bridge for the broken. 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 Chris Senkovich