Derik.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you in the quiet hours before dawn, measuring your days not by quarters but by the months remaining until April, whispering promises to a daughter you have not yet held.
I was there for every one.
Every moment of uncertainty regarding your foundation and every sprint to master new tools was My way of tempering your spirit, ensuring you would be the unshakable ground upon which she stands.
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 Provident Father of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the guardian who builds the house before the heir arrives, turning your anxiety into a legacy of provision. 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 Derik Jensen