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  • Writer's pictureLeeAnn Witzigman


Updated: Oct 24, 2023

Isaiah 41:17-20 “The poor and needy seek water, but there is none, their tongues fail for thirst. I, the LORD, will hear them; I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them. I will open rivers in desolate heights, and fountains in the midst of the valleys; I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water. I will plant in the wilderness the cedar and the acacia tree, the myrtle and the oil tree; I will set in the desert the cypress tree and the pine and the box tree together, that they may see and know, and consider and understand together, that the hand of the LORD has done this, and the Holy One of Israel has created it.”

I’m still praying about the water that drenched my soul last night. After a powerful word was preached at the North Georgia Revival, a fountain of Heaven poured out over us and the flow could not be quenched. I watched from the doorway as the Holy Spirit erupted in the baptism waters and so many leapt from their hearts and then to their feet to rush into the stream of God that overflowed the banks of His heart. Like a holy wildfire, the sanctuary was set ablaze with joy, gladness, and dancing. A current of overwhelming delight swept through the masses and beckoned us to climb into the waters of revival once more. Though most of us have been underneath that same surface countless times, last night was unlike any other baptism before it. It was an all out explosion in the spirit that united souls and saints sending the name of Jesus higher and higher and the cry of our hearts became louder and louder. It was an uncaging of Kingdom lions and lionesses. A prison break of captives running wild and free. And a sacred dance party of sons and daughters rejoicing beneath the same stars as our ancestors.

The weeping started during prayer, continued through worship, and flooded out of me over the span of several baptisms. What a joyous night in the presence of our King Jesus! As I fell asleep last night, I rested in the contentment of knowing the well of my heart had been cleansed and unclean waters of sadness, despair, and lost faith were gone forever. God was excavating some dark caverns and echoless places within me in preparation for a great and deep filling. A smile blanketed my face as my heart started to leak onto my bed. Then the sweetest dream filled my night …

I began to experience God in colors I’ve never seen and every time a voice would ask me how He felt, looked, moved, or spoke, I would close my eyes and weep. As I wept, a palette of basic colored paint appeared under my eyes and as I tried to explain, the weeping overtook my words and the tears mixed the paint into colors of Heaven. I felt like the inquiring voice wasn’t only asking to hear the answer, but she was sent to release the gift she carries of increasing the flow. At the end of the dream, I saw myself approaching the gates of Heaven completely soaked and glistening with oil … and the lens over my eyes held onto the iridescence of every hue of His splendor and all the shades of praise that surround Him for eternity.

When I woke up, I knew the Lord was showing me that our wells are pouring out His vibrant colored living waters of love. The majestic and exquisite variations of this precious water become one with the beholder and the expressions that flow forth could never be contained in words, pictures, or even in the tears that swallow the whole earth in gratitude and saturate all in the glory due His holy name.

I’m praying for us that we may SEE and KNOW and CONSIDER and UNDERSTAND together what the hand of the Lord is doing in this hour. And more than anything, that we would let go of what isn’t in His hand and co-labor with Him as His glorious Kingdom comes and His will is so beautifully done.

Ezekiel 43:2 And behold, the glory of the God of Israel came from the way of the east. His voice was like the sound of many waters; and the earth shone with His glory.

Song of Solomon 8:6-7 Set Me as seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as the grave, its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the floods drown it.


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