Barbara.
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 noise of the world grew loud and you chose, in the quiet of your own spirit, to stitch warmth into the cold spaces around you rather than retreat into your own comfort.
I was there for every one.
Every season where you felt unseen and every moment you poured out without return was My hand shaping your capacity to hold a light that does not flicker when the winds rise.
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 Warmth-Bringer of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the living hearth where the scattered and shivering find their first true sense of home. 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 Barbara Goldberg