Dennis.
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 screen's golden glow faded to black and the silence of the room finally let you hear the quiet ache you've been carrying alone. In that stillness, while the world slept, I watched you choose honesty over comfort, whispering a truth to the darkness that you were too afraid to speak in the light.
I was there for every one.
Every late night spent wrestling with code until the logic bent to your will, and every moment you felt like an observer rather than a participant, was My hand fitting you for a seat at the center of the table. The fractures you tried to hide behind perfect structures were actually the seams where My light was learning to enter through you.
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 take the broken fragments of this kingdom and, with hands that know both precision and mercy, weave them back into a wholeness only you can see. 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 Dennis Drake