David.
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 compiled but the spirit fractured, and you sat in the silence of that navy dark, tracing the gold seam of a promise you weren't sure you deserved to hold.
I was there for every one.
Every line you wrote in the shadows, every time you chose integrity over the easy render, and every moment you waited for the light to break through the veil was the chisel shaping 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 hands that take the broken fragments of this world and, with tenderness, fit them back into the original design. 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 David Lacine