Cassandra.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the shelf over the stage.
When the noise called your name, you stepped into the stacks. I was there.
You learned to organize chaos so others could find their way.
Every cataloged truth was a prayer. 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 Steward of My body on earth.
Because someone must keep the lamps filled while the world sleeps.
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 Cassandra Green