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 world called you 'Barefoot' and you did not rush to cover your feet, but stood firm in that naked honesty while others scrambled for shoes.
I was there for every one.
Every step you took without protection, every callous formed by walking the hard road when you could have stayed inside, was My hand fitting your sole for the holy ground I am about to show 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 Barefoot Witness of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the one who walks where others fear to tread, proving that My presence is the only covering a soul truly needs. 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 Barefoot