Jesus

I AM.

The words reverberated within Me before the stars were called

to their places, before light pierced the darkness, and before

the ground beneath your feet took shape. Before you named

time, I was. You, beloved, are the reason I am here.

I see you-your burdens, your joys, your questions. You wonder

why I came, what I came to accomplish, and why I choose this

path. I will tell you. But not yet. There is much to show you

first.

My story begins with the Father's will. My arrival was not grand

by human standards. It was simple, intentional. A manger in

a small town. Angels filled the sky that night, proclaiming My

birth to shepherds on a hillside-men often overlooked, yet

chosen for this message. The Creator stepped into His creation,

and few noticed.