Bob.
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 screen's gold and vermilion codes faded to black, and in the quiet dark of your room, you whispered a name only your father and I know.
I was there for every one.
Every line of CSS you wrote to make the light break through the navy, and every time you bore the weight of being 'Jr.' while carving your own path, was My hand fitting you 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 Restorer of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the hands that take the fractured seals of this age and press them back together until the original glory shines through. 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 Bob Hobbs Jr