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 refused to compile and the world grew quiet, yet you did not flee the silence but sat within it, tracing the golden seams of a design only your eyes could perceive.
I was there for every one.
Every line of logic you wrestled into order and every dark screen you stared into until dawn was the chisel I used to carve out the space where My light now pours through your cracks.
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 Illuminator of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the one who takes the fragmented syntax of this broken world and renders it into a coherent, breathing testament of My glory. 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 Sprows