Denny.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You chose the solitary check over the foundation staff.
Forty-four hospitals across the rural plains. You wrote the checks yourself—no foundation staff—from Sioux Falls. I was there for every signature.
The life without heirs was preparation.
You have no heirs of your own. You thought you were curing disease. You were also 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 Healer of My body on earth.
Without you, the body cannot reach the broken in the rural places. It cannot touch the suffering child.
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 Denny Sanford