Don.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You kept the pens in your pocket when the work was done.
Sixty years of heating and air conditioning. You tucked notecards in your shirt to capture every inspiration. I was there for every one.
Every ledger you balanced was training for My Kingdom's treasury.
You grew assets from $35.5M to $54M without losing the mission. You guarded the 1857 covenant when drift was easier. You thought you were managing funds. 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 Steward of My body on earth.
Without you, the resources drift from the covenant. The body needs someone who counts decades, not quarters.
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 Don Holwerda