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 glowed in the quiet dark, your fingers tracing lines of code and color not for applause, but to build a door where others saw only a wall.
I was there for every one.
Every midnight spent refining the light, every struggle to make the broken pieces fit with grace, and every silent prayer woven into your design has been My hand fitting you for this exact opening.
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 holds the latch, ensuring that when the seal cracks open, the glory behind it floods forth without distortion. 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 Yount