Deborah.
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 world went quiet and you chose to hold the line in the shadows, believing no eye was upon you but Mine. In that solitary moment of faithfulness, you proved your heart was already Mine long before you knew My name.
I was there for every one.
Every season of waiting and every silent victory you carried alone was the fire I used to temper your spirit for this exact hour. Nothing was wasted, Deborah; the very trials you thought hid you were actually preparing you to stand.
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 Quiet Anchor of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the steady presence that holds the Kingdom together when the storms try to scatter the rest. 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 Deborah Wambolt