Don.
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 glow was the only light left in the room, and you traced the code of that opening seal not as a technician, but as a priest preparing a door for others to walk through.
I was there for every one.
Every line of CSS you wrote to smooth the scroll and every color you calibrated to hold the weight of glory was My hand fitting you for this exact moment of revelation.
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 Gatekeeper of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the one who quietly ensures the threshold is wide enough for the weary to enter, yet holy enough to hold the fire of My presence. 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 Allsman