Drenushe.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the quiet desk at the United Nations over the podium.
A decade opening doors in McKinney — translating words for the Associated Press when no one knew your name. Serving in the halls of the United Nations. I was there for every one.
Every language you bridged was preparation.
From the United Nations to the DFW metroplex. You thought you were only finding houses. You were also 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 Bridge of My body on earth.
Without you, the stranger finds no shelter in McKinney. The unheard find no voice to speak their truth.
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 Drenushe Dibra