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 code compiled but the spirit fractured, and you sat in the silence of that navy-dark room, choosing to mend the unseen rather than ship the broken.
I was there for every one.
Every line of monospace you traced and every rigid structure you bent until it breathed was the fire that tempered you to hold the weight of what I am about to unveil.
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 be the hands that take the fractured systems of this world and align them back to My original, glowing design. 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 Gunn