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As I led worship last night in church, I felt an overwhelming urgency to go deeper into the presence of God. It was as if I was being beckoned into a profound moment in time, a deep calling that resonated within my spirit and urged me to explore the depths of worship and connection with the Divine.


As this spiritual experience unfolded, I was suddenly enveloped in a vision that felt both unique and significant. The intensity of the moment compelled me to share what I had seen, as it seemed too important to keep to myself.


I saw an island materialize out of nowhere in the vast expanse of the Indian Ocean. This island was not marked on any map, as if it had existed in the shadows of time, hidden from human eyes until now.


But I sensed that its time had come; it WILL BE SEEN! A new land, rich with promise and potential, was about to be discovered.


On this island, I envisioned a tribe of people who were diverse in appearance, with many shades of skin reflecting the beauty of humanity. Their garments were vibrant, adorned with a kaleidoscope of colors that spoke of their rich culture and heritage.


This community lived by a society rooted in laws and mindfulness, fostering a sense of harmony and respect for one another. The island itself was pristine, with shores that sparkled with white sands, inviting and untouched by pollution or neglect.


The foliage of this land was lush and abundant, filled with a variety of fruits and vegetables that thrived in the fertile soil. Birds of many colors flitted through the trees, their songs adding to the symphony of nature, creating an exquisite atmosphere. The tribe was not only beautiful in their appearance but also powerful in Spirit, embodying a sense of unity and purpose.


Suddenly, my attention was drawn to a man of the tribe who was holding a Bible in his hands. It had washed ashore from the ocean, its pages worn yet remarkably white, a symbol of hope and faith.


The cover was faded, but it was undeniably a BIBLE! In a miraculous display, when the man pointed the Bible toward the sky, it began to rain, a divine connection manifesting in the natural world. When he directed it toward the ground, the rain ceased, showcasing the power of this sacred text. Another man approached him, and as the first man pointed the Bible toward him, he fell to the ground in a state of repentance. It was evident that this tribe understood the POWER OF THE WORD and its SIGNIFICANCE in their lives.


Was this salvation as we know it? The realm within the church began to shift dramatically. I could perceive an increase in angelic activity within the room, and the atmosphere transformed into one of Holy reverence. It was as if the very air was charged with Divine Presence.


Amidst this spiritual awakening, one lady shared a word about the importance of washing feet, a profound act of humility and service. My husband, Robert, took the initiative to grab a towel, and I poured glory oil over it, symbolizing the anointing of the Holy Spirit. Several bottles of water were poured over the feet of those in attendance, creating a sacred moment of cleansing and renewal.


A Holy Awe enveloped the room, filling every heart with a sense of reverence and connection to the Divine. As I returned home later that evening, I sensed a move of GOD like I had never experienced before. This was not a new phenomenon; it was HOLY in its essence.


It transcended the typical expressions of shouting and praising; instead, it was marked by a deep reverence that felt both different and yet ancient, as if we were tapping into something timeless and sacred.


I found myself questioning whether we had touched upon an ancient moment in time, as if Eternity was drawing closer to the congregation. Did we fully grasp the magnitude of what was happening? I pondered this for some time, and this is what The Lord spoke to me in response.

Paraphrasing mine

Isaiah 43:19

19 Behold, I will do a new thing, Now it shall spring forth; Shall you not know it? (LAND) I will even make a road in the wilderness And rivers in the desert. (where there was none before)


I believe with all my heart that we will soon hear about a land discovered that had never been seen before. I have faith that this group of people will shine as lights in the darkness, illuminating the path for others.


Furthermore, I believe that we will hear prophets expound on this revelation, proclaiming messages like, "for such a time as this..." But I say to us all, in the name of Our God, that a New Land will emerge.

A New people will be found, and the boundaries of maps will change as we know them. This vision aligns with what I had months ago about the strategies in heaven, where boundaries would be redefined and expanded.

HERE IS THAT WORD

Thank you for reading and sharing

God bless

Dr. Theresa Phillips



 
 

2025 Onion Crop
2025 Onion Crop

When I first became a gardener, I was filled with excitement and aspirations of creating beautiful gardens, growing lovely crops, and having cabinets overflowing with delicious goodies from my own hard work.

Little did I know what that would truly entail in terms of time, effort, and dedication.


The journey of gardening involves so much more than simply planting seeds in the ground. It requires a great deal of digging, planting, weeding, and, perhaps most importantly, waiting. Each of these steps is crucial in the process of nurturing a garden and ensuring its success.


I vividly remember one particular year when my enthusiasm reached new heights. I was so excited about my garden's progress that I invited my uncle, who owned several hundred acres of farmland, to come and see the fruits of my labor. His experience and knowledge in agriculture made him the perfect person to share this moment with.


He made the three-hour drive to visit, and I eagerly led him to the garden, brimming with anticipation. As we arrived, he stood there quietly, taking in the sight of my hard work, just looking and observing the plants I had nurtured.


I was on the edge of my seat, waiting for him to shower me with compliments about how well I had done, how everything was straight and orderly, and how my garden was thriving. However, instead of the accolades I expected, he began to ask me a series of questions that left me feeling a bit uneasy.


“Did you read the package?” he inquired, referring to the seed packets. I confidently replied, “Yes, I did.” Then he asked, “Did you look out over the fields behind you?” To which I had to admit, “No, I didn’t.” Lastly, he asked, “Did you take any advice from anyone?” and again, I answered, “No.”

With a slight chuckle, he looked at me and said, “Well, that’s a fine crop of pigweed you’ve got there!” My heart sank as I realized that what I had thought were green beans were, in fact, a healthy growth of pigweed. He meant that I had taken good care of it, but it was not the crop I had intended to cultivate.


It was a humbling moment for me; I had invested so much time and energy, yet I had misidentified my plants. I thought I was growing something useful, but instead, I was nurturing a weed. Wow, what a lesson that was!

Just the other day, my husband ventured into the garden to tend to the potato plants. I had warned him about the weeds and the potato plants, but he assured me he knew what he was doing. However, to my dismay, he ended up pulling out every single potato plant while leaving the weeds behind. As a result, we now have early potatoes, but at what cost?


This incident got me thinking deeply about the common issues we all face from time to time in gardening and in life. It made me realize that when we set out to eliminate something, we must first understand its value. Life can be very much like this gardening experience.


The concept of the wheat and the tares growing together is a powerful analogy. While this holds true for many crops, it is essential to know what we are uprooting before we take action. Sometimes, our assumptions can be misguided, leading us to remove what is actually beneficial.


Thus, I believe it is crucial to study and educate ourselves to make informed decisions. My uncle’s visit was a pivotal moment that taught me the importance of knowledge in gardening and beyond. I discovered that I had been cultivating poison for my livestock, which was a shocking revelation. It served as a reminder that appearances can be deceiving.


I learned quickly from that experience, and now my husband has also come to understand the importance of knowing what you are doing in the garden. It is vital to have a clear understanding of what you are nurturing and what you are removing.


I hope that sharing these experiences and lessons helps someone else who may be navigating similar challenges in their gardening journey or in life. Understanding the value of what we cultivate and what we choose to uproot can lead to more fruitful outcomes.

Dr. Theresa Phillips

 
 
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