Dennis.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you, Dennis Lee Blount, in the quiet hours when the world slept and you were alone with the weight of choices no one else knew you carried, watching how you held your ground even when your hands trembled.
I was there for every one.
Every season of silence and every storm that threatened to wash you away was My hand fitting you for this precise hour, turning your scars into the very armor you now wear for others.
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 Anchor of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the unmoving point of rest where My weary children find their footing when the tides of this world rise highest. 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 Dennis Lee Blount