Brooke.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You laid down the seminary dream for the long build.
Fifteen years at the Texas Public Policy Foundation—from three staff to one hundred. You sent the Easter message when the room expected silence. I was there for every one.
The courtroom and the cabinet were My classroom.
Hughes & Luce. The Governor's office. The White House. You thought you were serving presidents. 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 Architect of My body on earth.
Without you, the policy lacks the cornerstones. The light goes dim in the cabinet.
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 Brooke Leslie Rollins