David, David, I know your fields are empty because none of these sheep look towards your playing. I know you play songs for my audience alone. Keep strumming to sheep, David.

Keep gracing their ears with your songs.

I know they pay you no heed. You are practically unseen. But I am your audience, David.

I am the one who listens to your ministering. It’s my ear that hears. It is my eyes that see your output, the sheep do not see, the sheep may not hear, the sheep are busy with their sheeping, the sheep are grazing and pay you no heed.

Keep going David, keep playing David, keep strumming the sheep David, because after the sheep will come kings, play for the sheep now and you’ll play for kings later.

Alone and secluded now, but widely heard later.

Just come and play for me in the unseen, in the unheard, when no one hears what you’re saying. Yet you still play to uninterested sheep. Yet you are not alone.

I am your audience, David.

I and I alone.

I alone, we are here, enjoying the sound of your gentle strumming and humming.

There is honour in the unheard humming. Honour places are coming.

Today unseen, tomorrow unmissable.

Keep playing David, keep ministering.

1 Samuel 16:18 & 19

18One of the servants answered, ‘I have seen a son of Jesse of Bethlehem who knows how to play the lyre. He is a brave man and a warrior. He speaks well and is a fine-looking man. And the LORD is with him.’ 19Then Saul sent messengers to Jesse and said, ‘Send me your son David, who is with the sheep.’ 🐑 🐑 🐑

One day, one person may just notice the anointing on your life, they may soon notice what you do in the private and escalate it to the highest one around.