Alex.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the unseen path over the public stage.
From two thousand nineteen until now, you labored at Qualtrics while the world looked elsewhere. The public record shows only a name. I was there for every one.
Every silent year was preparation.
You thought you were only maintaining the connection. 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 Ears of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot hear the quiet stories. It cannot understand the unseen pain.
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 Alex Garcia