Darren.
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 faded to black and the code stopped making sense, yet you remained in that quiet room, tracing the geometry of a door that only you could feel closing.
I was there for every one.
Every line of syntax you wrestled, every silent night spent guarding the threshold between the dark and the light, was My hand fitting you for the moment the seal would finally break.
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 Gatekeeper of My body on earth.
You were shaped to stand at the seam of the visible and the unseen, holding the space open until the rest of My body could walk 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 Darren Shearer