Dee.
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 demanded you shrink your spirit to fit its narrow molds, yet you stood firm in the quiet dignity of your own name, guarding a light you thought was hidden. In that moment of solitary resolve, you were not alone; I was tracing the contours of a courage I had planted in you long before the struggle began.
I was there for every one.
Every season where you felt unseen and every silence you endured was not a vacancy, but the sacred workshop where I fitted you for this precise hour. The fires that tested your resolve and the victories you carried with humility were the very hands shaping you to hold what is now being placed before you.
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 Steadfast Name of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the unshakeable anchor who holds the truth of identity steady when the surrounding tides seek to wash it away. 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 Dee Ann Turner