The Fire Fell in Eagan: A Prophetic Conference with Florence – October 19th, 2024

The town of Eagan, Minnesota, known for its strategic location just a stone’s throw from the vibrant Twin Cities and the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport, was not just a convenient meeting ground that autumn day—it became the gateway for a heavenly visitation. On October 19th, 2024, believers from across the region gathered in a modest auditorium adjacent to the Dakota County Chamber of Commerce for what would later be called The Eagan Outpouring.

The event was modest in its initial ambition—a local faith conference aimed at stirring up revival and offering wisdom for spiritual and economic flourishing. But what transpired during those hours would mark a shift for the town and many hearts. The speaker was a soft-spoken woman named Florence—little known outside her circle, but deeply rooted in prayer and the prophetic. She did not come with fancy credentials or loud declarations, but with a weighty presence that arrested the room from the moment she opened in prayer.

“Eagan,” she began slowly, scanning the room filled with pastors, entrepreneurs, mothers, teenagers, and seekers, “you are not just a waypoint on the road to the airport. You are a launching ground for something that will fly far—very far. This town is strategic in the natural—and now in the Spirit.”

Heads lifted. A few whispered prayers intensified in the back rows. Florence continued, “This land has been known for business ease, for access, for partnerships. But tonight, God says, ‘I have placed you here for Kingdom access. I have planted you where the winds of revival can easily travel—to and from the nations.’”

She began to walk slowly down the center aisle. “The same way clients can fly into Eagan for commerce and contracts, so shall my people come for impartation and instruction. The highways that cross this land shall now be highways of holiness. The same way Kowalski’s Market built a name on quality and service, I am building My house on a standard of glory and presence.”

People leaned forward. Even those who had come out of curiosity now found their eyes locked on her, their hearts strangely warmed. “I see a storehouse,” she declared. “And the name of this storehouse is Trust. God is calling the entrepreneurs of Eagan to build not just for profits—but for purpose. The Dakota County Chamber has sown wisdom into business, but now the Spirit will sow wisdom into the heart of the city!”

There were tears now. A businesswoman from Apple Valley stood up in the back row, tears streaming down her face. She later testified that just that morning she had almost closed her shop, discouraged by debt and lack of vision. But the word “storehouse” broke something open in her. She saw a new blueprint.

Midway through the conference, Florence invited the local pastors to the front. “God is knitting this town together—not by denomination or building—but by fire and fellowship,” she said. One by one, ministers laid aside differences and took each other’s hands. Then Florence, standing behind the wooden podium with a simple cross carved into its front, declared: “You are the gatekeepers of this region. And tonight, the Lord opens a new gate.”

The room grew quiet, and she prophesied further: “There is a mantle of Nehemiah resting on the builders in this room. Some of you thought you were just here to fix plumbing, install signage, or run a coffee shop—but God says you are laying bricks in the wall of revival.”

Just then, a group of young adults from the Twin Cities entered the building. They had heard about the conference through a late social media post and drove in on a whim. Florence turned and without knowing who they were, declared: “You are the next wave. You are coming in through open doors. You will not be hindered by red tape or old mindsets. This is your hour.”

They fell to their knees.

After a time of soaking worship, Florence invited anyone who needed healing, direction, or business strategy to come forward. “Yes,” she said gently, “God is giving business strategy through dreams, through divine counsel, through midnight visions. Do not separate what is sacred from what is strategic.”

Many came. Some with notebooks. Some with broken hearts. A young man named Jordan, who had been working part-time at the airport and dreaming of launching a tech business, felt the Holy Spirit prompt him to “sow a vision, not just a product.” He later testified that within three weeks, he received mentorship and seed funding—after six years of dead ends.

The presence of the Lord hovered thick. One woman saw a vision of fire touching the rooftops of homes in Eagan. Another felt her lungs fill as if with wind and said, “I haven’t breathed this deep in years.”

And then Florence did something unusual. She walked toward the exit doors and opened them wide. “Let this word not stay in this room,” she said. “Let the doors remain open so that the fire can move through the city. Let the word of the Lord go into government buildings, coffee houses, schools, and city halls. Let the angels who have stood watch over Eagan now be loosed to their next assignments.”

And there was such a peace in that moment—holy and final.

By the end of the night, no one wanted to leave. Some lingered on the floor. Some journaled. Some prayed in circles with strangers.

The Chamber of Commerce later posted about the gathering, not in religious terms but calling it “a remarkable example of the power of unity and shared vision in our community.” Even local business owners who weren’t in attendance reported a strange uptick in foot traffic the following week. One shop owner said, “I can’t explain it, but the atmosphere feels…different.”

As for Florence? She left quietly, driving toward the airport the next morning, blending again into the city that had hosted her. But her words linger still, like embers in the spirit: “This town is not just a connection point—it is a commissioning point. From Eagan, I will send many into the world. And many shall come back carrying glory.”

And so, the fire continues.