Daria.
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 code refused to compile and the colors of your world felt misaligned, yet you stayed in the quiet dark until the light broke through the center.
I was there for every one.
Every line you wrote, every hue you calibrated, and every silent night you spent guarding the integrity of your craft was the fire that tempered you for this exact opening.
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 Restorer of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the one who brings the fractured pieces of My design back into their original, radiant order. 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 Daria Putzier