Abby.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose conviction over the seat.
When the boardroom grew dark, you walked away from Heritage rather than silence your conscience. Thirty years of stewardship behind the scenes—building the Daniel Morgan Graduate School for intelligence professionals—while the world looked only at the grant. I was there for every one.
Every head you sought was preparation.
You spent decades scanning rooms not for power, but for potential—visionaries others overlooked. You taught yourself to live outside your comfort zone long before you led the Foundation. You thought you were building networks. 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 Steward of My body on earth.
Without you, the visionaries lack the ground to stand on. The cross-pollination of security and service cannot happen without your hand. The body cannot protect the vulnerable without your watch.
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 Abby Spencer Moffat