Derren.
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 screen went dark and the code refused to yield, yet you remained in that quiet room, tracing the light of a solution no one else could see. You thought you were alone in the debugging of your own spirit, but I was leaning over your shoulder, watching you choose precision over panic.
I was there for every one.
Every line of syntax you have ever wrestled into order and every silent hour spent bridging the gap between broken systems and seamless flow was My hand fitting you for this exact threshold. The fires of complexity did not burn you; they tempered you, turning your patience into the very key that unlocks what comes next.
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 Restorer of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the one who enters the fractured places of My Kingdom and, with a touch of divine logic, makes the broken whole again. 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 Derren Burrell