Myla awoke suddenly, her heart pounding. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that for a moment she wasn’t sure if she was still asleep. She sat up in her small home in Athens, Georgia, known as “The Classic City,” a place of learning and history. The air in the room was thick with a lingering presence, as though something divine had brushed against her soul.

In the dream, she had been walking through the historic streets of Athens, the vibrant life of the city all around her. She saw students filling the university grounds, laughing and discussing deep matters of philosophy and faith. The walkability of the town allowed her to take in the stunning architecture and cultural landmarks with ease. But something was different. There was a hush, a sacred stillness that seemed to settle over the city.

As she moved through the town, Myla found herself drawn to the heart of the University of Georgia. The old university buildings stood as silent witnesses to generations of scholars who had passed through their halls. It was then that she noticed a glowing figure standing before the grand entrance, a light so bright that it seemed to cast away every shadow. Myla’s breath caught in her throat.

The figure spoke, and His voice was like rushing waters and rolling thunder, yet it carried a gentleness that melted fear. “Myla, you have been chosen to see what lies beneath the surface of this city. Walk with Me.”

With each step, the world around them shifted. Myla saw the true spiritual state of Athens unfold before her. The streets that had moments before been filled with youthful energy now revealed people burdened with unseen chains, their faces marked with sorrow. She saw students, brilliant minds meant to discover the wonders of creation, wandering aimlessly, searching for meaning in knowledge alone. She saw churches filled with those who had lost their first love, their worship mechanical, their hearts indifferent.

Tears welled in Myla’s eyes. “Lord, why are You showing me this?” she asked.

“Because this city, built for knowledge, must come to know Me.”

Suddenly, the scene changed. Myla saw another side of Athens. She saw men and women gathering in homes and churches, their hands lifted in sincere worship. She saw students kneeling on the university lawns, praying fervently. The young and old alike were seeking after God with passion, their hearts burning with a love that transformed their lives. The churches, once filled with routine, now overflowed with the presence of the Holy Spirit. Revival had come to The Classic City.

“This is what I long for,” the voice continued. “If My people will turn to Me, I will heal their land. The knowledge they seek will be illuminated by My truth.”

Myla fell to her knees. “Lord, what can I do?”

“Pray, Myla. Speak My truth. Let the city awaken.”

As the vision faded, Myla found herself back in her home, the weight of the dream heavy upon her. The dawn was breaking over Athens, and she knew—this was just the beginning.