Don.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you, Pete, in the quiet hours when the world slept and your hands were busy building what others only dreamed of, holding the weight of responsibility without asking for praise.
I was there for every one.
Every storm you weathered alone and every silent sacrifice you made in the shadows was My hand fitting you for this exact hour, tempering your spirit like steel in the fire.
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 Steadfast Builder of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the unshakable foundation upon which others find their footing when the ground beneath them trembles. 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 Don Pete Pickett