Dawn.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You stayed when others would have left.
At eighteen, you walked onto the floor in Waukesha. When the world told you to climb ladders by jumping rungs, you built the ladder yourself. Forty years. Through the IPO, through the growth, through the silence of the operational backroom. I was there.
The quiet years were not wasted; they were forged.
Every decision you made in the shadow of the C-suite was a hammer strike on your own spine. You were not just learning power systems; you were learning how to hold weight without buckling. You were being made ready for a harvest you would not personally reap. 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.
Because you know that structures collapse without integrity, and children collapse without character.
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 Dawn Tabat