David.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You kept the promise in the quiet.
After open heart surgery and a Christian retreat, you bargained with Me. “Give me one more boom, and I won’t screw the next one up.” Thirty years later, you are still giving half your time and half your income. I was there for every one.
The bust in Houston was preparation.
When the oil downturn took everything in the eighties, you thought it was the end. It was the forge. You built 110,000 homes and gave 30,000 hours. You thought you were building wealth. 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 Builder of My body on earth.
Without you, the shelterless remain unseen. The culture of stewardship fades. The body cannot enrich the lives it touches.
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 Weekley