Derral.
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 algorithms shifted beneath your feet and you chose to build a table for teachers rather than a throne for yourself, watching quietly as you poured your strength into lifting voices that were not your own.
I was there for every one.
Every late night spent decoding the language of connection and every risk taken to empower the overlooked was My hand fitting you for a season where many will need a guide to find their own authority.
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 Multiplier of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the steady ground where others plant their seeds, so that through your faithfulness, a thousand gardens might rise. 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 Derral Eves