Autumn had always loved Owensboro. From the lively festivals to the scent of barbecue filling the streets, the city carried an energy that always made her feel alive. The Ohio River shimmered under the moonlight, and the sounds of bluegrass music often drifted through the air, filling her with nostalgia and joy. But one particular night, as she lay in bed, a dream came to her—one unlike any other she had ever had before.
In her dream, she found herself walking along the beautiful waterfront of Owensboro. The river’s surface sparkled, and a peaceful breeze surrounded her. She strolled past the Bluegrass Music Hall of Fame and Museum, where the melodies of the past seemed to whisper of hope and restoration. As she continued, she noticed something unusual: a flourishing garden, bursting with colors more vibrant than she had ever seen before. The flowers seemed to glow, and the trees stood tall with an otherworldly strength. A voice called to her, one that felt both familiar and divine.
“Autumn, this spirit of chaos is being chased out of your life. Do you see these gardens? They are the works I am asking you to tend. Walk with Me, and I will show you how.”
As she stepped into the garden, she felt a peace that surpassed all understanding. The chaos and burdens she had carried seemed to melt away. The voice continued, “You have been placed in the body of Christ. You are no longer bound by fear or doubt. Your capacity will be supernatural as long as you stay in surrender to Me.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she realized the truth of these words. She had spent so much time trying to do everything on her own, yet here was the Lord, offering her rest, renewal, and strength beyond her own. “I am bringing you joy in many directions,” the voice assured her. “It is time to carry the multiple births of purpose I am releasing through you.”
Suddenly, the scene shifted. She found herself standing on an island, shipwrecked and drenched, just as Paul had been in Acts 28. A storm had passed, and the sky was beginning to clear. She looked up and saw a man approaching her—he was dressed in the finest robes, holding an ornamented staff. His presence radiated nobility and kindness.
“You have felt stranded,” the man said, his voice gentle yet firm. “You have felt as though the trials you’ve faced have left you broken. But just as Paul was taken from shipwreck to a place of favor, you too will be lifted up. What was meant for harm will turn for good.”
She blinked, and suddenly, she was in the grandest house she had ever seen, seated at a long table filled with food. She wore the most beautiful garments, and joy flooded her heart. “This is what I have for you,” the voice echoed. “I redeem and restore. What seems lost is not lost at all.”
She looked around in awe, realizing that the presence of God was so real, so near. He had not abandoned her. He had been guiding her all along.
Again, the dream shifted. She was now standing in a great church, surrounded by people of all backgrounds. Some were weeping, some were rejoicing, and all were looking toward the front. A bright light filled the space, and the voice spoke again, “Your body is a member of Christ. You have been redeemed, spirit, soul, and body.”
Autumn placed a hand over her heart. She could feel warmth spreading from within, a deep knowing that she was whole. She had been carrying wounds—some emotional, some physical—but in this moment, she knew they no longer had power over her. Healing was hers.
“The Lord is my Shepherd,” she whispered. “I will not lack.”
The people in the church joined her, voices rising in unity, proclaiming the goodness of God. She saw visions of the sick being healed, the broken being restored, and those in despair finding hope.
Suddenly, she saw a massive scroll unrolling before her. The words of Psalm 121 shone brightly: “I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”
The voice spoke once more, “Arise in faith, My bride. I am bringing forth My divine justice. Vengeance is Mine, and this is your day of repayment.”
Autumn fell to her knees, overwhelmed by the power of His presence. She had spent so long questioning, waiting, wondering if the promises of God would come to pass. But here, in this moment, she understood: restoration was already at hand. She had been given the engagement gift of His promises—she didn’t have to wait to experience His goodness. It was for the now.
The dream began to fade, but the words remained, echoing deep within her spirit: “Search Me, O God, and know my heart. Let My truth shine to expose, to uproot, to untangle, and to activate.”
Autumn awoke, gasping for breath, her heart pounding. She sat up in bed, the presence of God still thick in the air. As she looked out her window, the city of Owensboro was just as she had always known it—alive, vibrant, filled with music and movement. But something within her had changed. She now saw Owensboro not just as a place of festivals and fun, but as a place where the supernatural moved, where healing flowed, and where the Lord’s justice was being released.
As she got out of bed, she whispered the words that had been imprinted on her heart: “More will be done in His redemption and restoration than was ever lost.” And with that, she stepped forward, knowing that her season of divine recovery had begun.