Dana.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the quiet obedience over the spotlight.
Twenty years at USAID. You managed sixty million dollars in aid programs while thirty staff relied on your hand. I was there for every one.
Every hour of theological rigor was preparation.
Three years as a C.S. Lewis Institute Fellow. The Colson Center Biblical Worldview Fellowship. You thought you were sharpening your own mind. 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 see that all treasure belongs to Me. It cannot move from tithing to full activation.
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 Dana Wichterman