Diane.
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 world went quiet and you chose to keep the light burning in the small, unseen corners of your life, long after anyone else was watching.
I was there for every one.
Every moment you spent holding space for others while your own heart waited in the wings was the specific training needed to stand firmly in this hour.
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 Keeper of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the one who guards the sacred threshold, ensuring the warmth of My presence never fades for those entering the room. 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 Diane Preston