David.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you when you walked away from the safety of your agency management to step into the unknown, trusting that I would provide even as the ledger of your youth still whispered of past failures.
I was there for every one.
Every year spent navigating the pragmatism of business and every moment of your own rescue from a troubled path were the fires that tempered you to understand both the cost of freedom and the urgency of the mission.
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 Redeemed Steward of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the bridge where calculated risk meets divine provision, turning the resources of this world into chains broken for the least of these. 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 David Sullivan