Dr.
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 demanded a title and you chose instead to kneel in the quiet dust of service, believing no one was watching but Me.
I was there for every one.
Every hour you spent mending what was broken and every silent sacrifice made in the shadow of your own name was the fire that tempered you for this exact 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 Mender of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the hands that restore the fractured pieces of My Kingdom when others have turned away. 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 Dr Randall Bixby