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 glow faded and the silence of your room pressed in, yet you chose to whisper My name instead of reaching for the noise you know so well.
I was there for every one.
Every line of code you crafted and every color you calibrated in the dark was not merely building a vessel, but tempering your spirit to recognize the light when the doors finally split apart.
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 Weaver of My body on earth.
You were shaped to bind the fractured threads of this digital age into a seamless garment where My glory can dwell without tearing. 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 Rice