Valentina woke with a start, the echoes of her dream still reverberating in her mind. It had been unlike any dream she had ever experienced—vivid, powerful, and drenched in divine meaning. As she sat on the edge of her bed in Davenport, Iowa, she could still see the images of the city, its sprawling parks, the mighty Mississippi River, and the gleaming lights of the Davenport Skybridge. But more than anything, she felt the presence of God in every moment of that dream.

In her dream, Valentina found herself standing at the edge of the Mississippi River. The water shimmered, reflecting the golden hues of the sunrise, but there was something unusual about the river that morning. It seemed to flow in two directions at once—one current moving forward and the other pulling backward. Confused, she turned to see an angelic figure standing beside her, dressed in white and radiating light.

“Valentina,” the angel spoke with a voice like rushing waters, “this river represents the hearts of many. Some are pressing forward in faith, but others are being drawn back by the weight of materialism, doubt, and fear.”

Valentina’s heart ached as she gazed at the water. She saw faces within the current—some of people she recognized from her church, others she did not know. Some swam with strength and purpose, while others struggled, dragged under by unseen burdens. She wanted to help, but she didn’t know how.

Then the angel reached out and touched her shoulder. “The Lord is calling you to awaken His people. Many have grown lukewarm, placing their trust in the world instead of in Him. But He is stirring them again. The time is now.”

As the angel spoke, a great wind rushed over the river, and suddenly, the water split in two, just as the Red Sea had parted for the Israelites. In the center stood a gleaming path of light, stretching far into the horizon. Along the banks, people stood hesitantly, uncertain whether to step forward or retreat.

“This is the launching pad into a new realm of destiny,” the angel said. “But fear holds many back. You must tell them: the power of communion, the power of Christ’s broken body and shed blood, will give them strength.”

Valentina felt fire surge through her veins. She turned to the people and called out, “Come! The Lord is making a way for you! Step into His promises!”

One by one, people stepped onto the path, their fears melting away as they walked forward. As they moved, chains fell from their wrists, their eyes shone with renewed faith, and their burdens were lifted. Valentina saw families restored, the weary strengthened, and the broken healed.

Then, just as quickly as the vision had come, she was transported to the heart of Davenport. She stood at the base of the Davenport Skybridge, its lights shining brightly against the night sky. But tonight, the bridge was different—it was not made of metal and glass, but of radiant light, stretching far beyond what the eye could see.

Again, the angel spoke. “This bridge represents Christ—the way, the truth, and the life. Those who walk upon it will never stumble. But many still choose other paths.”

Valentina looked around and saw crowds of people below, wandering aimlessly. Some were distracted by the world’s pleasures, others were weighed down by burdens too heavy to bear. Tears welled in her eyes.

“How do I bring them to the bridge?” she asked.

The angel smiled. “Declare the Word of God. It is the miracle seed. It will not return void.”

With renewed determination, Valentina climbed the glowing steps and stood at the center of the bridge. From there, she lifted her voice in praise, and as she did, waves of light burst forth, touching the people below. One by one, they lifted their heads, their eyes widening as they saw the bridge for the first time. Hope replaced despair. Faith replaced doubt. And soon, the once-wandering crowd began ascending the bridge, their steps growing lighter with each movement forward.

As Valentina watched, she heard a whisper in the wind: “This is just the beginning. My people will arise in expansion and overflow.”

At that moment, she awoke. The morning sun streamed through her window, illuminating her room with a golden glow. But even though she was now awake, the dream remained as vivid as ever.

Tears filled her eyes as she knelt beside her bed. “Lord, use me,” she prayed. “Let me be a voice for Your kingdom. Let me lead others to Your bridge of light.”

That morning, she went to church with a renewed fire in her spirit. As she shared her dream with the congregation, many wept, recognizing the truth in her words. The lukewarm were stirred, the weary were strengthened, and a fresh wave of revival swept through the city of Davenport.

From that day on, Valentina became a beacon of faith in her community. She organized prayer walks along the Mississippi River, where people gathered to declare God’s promises over the city. She led communion services in the parks, reminding people of the power of Christ’s broken body and shed blood. And every evening, she stood on the Davenport Skybridge, praying for the lost and watching as more and more people found their way to the light.

The dream had not been just a dream. It had been a calling, a divine commission. And Valentina knew—Davenport was on the verge of a mighty move of God.