Deneen.
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 lesson plan ended but the real work began, watching you lean in to mend a fractured spirit with the quiet precision of a heart that knows education is truly an act of love.
I was there for every one.
Every hour you spent shaping young minds and every sacrifice made to earn that M.Ed. were not merely steps in a career, but the sacred fires that tempered your soul to carry the weight of this specific hour.
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 Cultivator of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the one who tends the soil of the Kingdom, ensuring that what is planted in darkness finds the light and grows to its full stature. 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 Deneen Troupe Buitrago Med