Nestled in the heart of Kansas, Olathe, a city whose name means “beautiful” in the Shawnee language, was a place of peace and promise. With its abundant parks, thriving schools, and a robust economy driven by advanced manufacturing and logistics, it was a sanctuary for families and professionals alike. Yet, one night, within this tranquil city, a woman named Addison had a dream unlike any other—a vision so vivid and powerful that it left her breathless upon waking.

In her dream, Addison found herself standing at the edge of a golden field, the wheat swaying under the warm, celestial glow of an unseen light. The air was thick with a sense of expectancy, as though something divine was about to unfold. In the distance, she saw a great city, its walls shimmering like crystal, and its gates wide open. As she stepped forward, she felt herself being drawn toward it, not by her own will, but by an unseen force of love and grace.

As she walked, she noticed a figure standing by the path—a man with eyes that shone like fire and hands that bore scars of unfathomable pain. He looked at her with a love so intense it melted every fear within her heart.

“Addison,” He called her by name, His voice echoing like a gentle whisper and a mighty thunder all at once. “Do you believe in the power of My miracles?”

She tried to respond, but her voice failed her. Instead, she fell to her knees, overwhelmed by the holiness radiating from Him.

He knelt beside her, lifting her chin with the touch of a Father. “The time has come for My people to awaken, to believe once more in the power that has never left them.”

As He spoke, a scene unfolded before her. She saw a man who had been forgiven a great debt, yet refused to extend the same mercy to another. She watched as he was cast into prison for his lack of grace, his cries echoing through the halls of judgment. Then the vision shifted, and she saw a treasure hidden in a field. A man, upon discovering it, gave up all he had to possess it, his joy uncontainable.

Tears streamed down Addison’s face as she realized what was being revealed to her. “Lord, is this what we have forgotten? Have we lost sight of mercy and the true value of Your kingdom?”

The Man before her nodded solemnly. “Many have allowed their hearts to grow cold. They have buried their faith under doubt, thinking My miracles are only stories of the past. But faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. My Word does not return void, but accomplishes all I intend for it. Do you believe, Addison?”

She hesitated, then whispered, “I want to believe. Help my unbelief.”

At that moment, a great multitude appeared, clothed in white robes, standing before a brilliant throne. They were worshipping with hands lifted high, voices rising in perfect harmony. The Lamb stood in their midst, His presence illuminating everything around Him.

Then, Addison saw a man standing at a pulpit, speaking with fire and conviction. “God has made available to us all that is necessary for life and godliness! We do not lack anything! The Spirit of the Lord is upon us, and He is calling us to walk in the fullness of His power!” The people in the congregation responded with shouts of joy, their hearts burning with the urgency of revival.

As the vision continued, Addison found herself in a darkened city, where people walked aimlessly, burdened by invisible chains. Their eyes were hollow, their voices silenced by despair. Suddenly, four fierce angels were released from the heavens, shaking the very foundation of the earth. The people trembled, yet instead of repenting, many blasphemed God, their hearts hardened.

“Lord, why do they not turn to You?” Addison cried out.

The voice beside her was sorrowful. “Men love their darkness more than the light. But My patience is salvation, for I am not willing that any should perish. That is why I wait. That is why I call. The delay is not denial—it is mercy.”

A deep longing gripped Addison’s soul. “What must we do, Lord?”

His answer was simple yet profound. “Be a witness. Not merely in words, but in spirit and in truth. Let your life be the evidence of My presence. When My people walk in faith, miracles follow them. When they show mercy, they will receive mercy. When they hunger for righteousness, they will be filled. The time is now.”

Suddenly, Addison was back in Olathe, standing in the middle of the city, her heart pounding with urgency. The streets were as they had always been, the lights of the city glowing softly in the night. Yet something had changed—she had changed. The dream had been more than a vision; it had been a call.

She fell to her knees, lifting her hands to the heavens. “Lord, let Your will be done. Use me. Let me walk in faith, in mercy, in the fullness of Your Spirit. Let this city see Your light. Let Your people arise.”

As she spoke, the first rays of dawn touched the horizon, and Addison knew—this was only the beginning.