Eva had never experienced a dream so vivid, so drenched in divine mystery. It was a warm evening in Boca Raton, the sky painted in hues of soft pink and gold as the sun set over the pristine beach. The palm trees swayed in a gentle breeze as she found herself walking through the historic streets, past the Old Town Hall, its Spanish colonial architecture standing as a testament to the past.
As she wandered, she noticed people gathering in Mizner Park, a place known for its elegance and luxury. But tonight, something was different. Instead of shoppers, there were people deep in prayer, their hands lifted to the sky, their voices a chorus of worship. Eva felt drawn to them, and as she stepped forward, she suddenly found herself transported to another place—somewhere ethereal, somewhere beyond the physical realm.
A great light enveloped her, and she heard a voice like a mighty roar—one word from it shaking everything around her. The sound of rushing waters and thunder filled her ears, yet she felt no fear. “Stay with My Word,” the voice said. “Remain in expectancy and faith. The battle has been fierce, but I am leading you through the door into new things.”
Eva looked around and saw people she recognized—family, friends, strangers from all walks of life—each standing before a door, hesitant yet hopeful. The voice continued, “Many have been stalled by fear, waiting for signs, but I say to you: step forward. I am making everything right again.”
She turned to see a man wearing white robes, His face shining like the sun. He extended His hand, and as she reached for it, she felt a deep peace fill her soul. “This is the time of fullness,” He said. “The miracles you have long awaited are here. The pruning, the shaping—it was all preparation for this moment. Do not be afraid. Speak My name, call upon My Spirit, and watch as I bring life to what was once barren.”
A book lay open before her, and as she looked down, she saw names written in golden ink. Some names shone brightly, while others were faint, barely visible. “These are those who have remained steadfast,” the man said. “But many have allowed the thorns of life—cares, riches, and distractions—to choke their faith. Tell them to return. Tell them to seek Me while there is still time.”
The scenery shifted again, and Eva found herself standing at the edge of the sea. The waves roared, yet beyond them, she saw a great city, its streets paved with gold, its gates wide open. “This is the promise,” the voice said. “My people have been living on the defensive for too long, but now I call them to advance, to walk in the authority I have given them. The enemy sought to kill, to destroy, but I am roaring My fire of revival—bringing dead things back to life.”
Eva watched as people emerged from the shadows, their faces lifted in awe. Some had been bound in chains, but as they stepped into the light, the chains fell away. Tears streamed down her face as she saw men and women she had prayed for, long thought lost, now running toward the presence of God.
“Do not elevate leaders beyond what they are,” the voice continued. “For it is My Spirit that works mightily. It is My name that has power. Every believer has been given this authority—tell them to use it. The fullness of My promise is here. The time to act is now.”
The vision began to fade, and suddenly, Eva was back in Mizner Park. The worshippers were still there, but now, she saw their faces illuminated, their voices stronger. A man beside her, once weary and burdened, now stood with renewed strength, proclaiming, “I will make room for the birth of what God has placed within me!”
Eva fell to her knees, overwhelmed. The presence of the Lord was so tangible, so undeniable. She could still hear the voice whisper, “You have been positioned in humility, and now, I accelerate you into a season of ascension. The old day has passed; the new has dawned.”
As she awoke, the morning sun streamed through her window. Boca Raton was just as she had left it, yet everything felt different. The dream still lingered in her heart, its message clear. She knew she had to share it, to tell those around her that the time of revival had come.
She stepped outside, the palm trees swaying gently, the city moving as it always had. But now, she saw it through new eyes—a place not just of history and beauty, but of divine calling. She took a deep breath and whispered, “Yes, Lord. I will speak. I will go.”
And with that, she walked forward, ready to step into the fullness of all God had promised.