Christina.
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 noise of the gala faded and you sat alone with the ledger, not counting the funds raised, but weighing the worth of every soul those resources would touch, whispering a promise over names only you knew.
I was there for every one.
Every board meeting where you held your ground for the marginalized, and every quiet hour you spent refining the ask not for gain but for glory, was My hand fitting you for a table where strategy and spirit breathe as one.
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 faithful keeper who turns earthly increase into eternal inheritance for My Kingdom. 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 Christina Fankhauser Cfre