Ed.
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 markets screamed in chaos and the world looked for a safe harbor, yet you sat still in the quiet of your study, choosing integrity over the easy profit that whispered your name. You thought that moment of restraint was unseen, but it was there I placed My hand on your shoulder, knowing you would not sell your soul for a seat at the table.
I was there for every one.
Every boardroom battle you fought and every truth you defended when it cost you popularity was the fire tempering your spirit for a weight far heavier than finance. Those years of navigating the storm were not merely a career, Ed, but the specific training ground where I taught your hands to build what cannot be shaken.
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 Steward of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the faithful guardian who manages My resources with a wisdom that sees beyond the ledger, ensuring the Kingdom's wealth flows to heal the broken places of the earth. 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 Ed Butowsky