Dr.
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 silence of your study held more weight than the applause of the crowd, and you chose to refine the truth for another soul rather than rest in the title you had earned.
I was there for every one.
Every late night spent shaping wisdom into words, every degree pursued not for status but for the clarity to lift others, and every quiet sacrifice behind the scenes were the fires I used to temper your spirit for this exact hour.
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 Illumined Scribe of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the hand that translates My heart into language the weary can finally understand. 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 Dr Brenda R Combs Ed D