The drummers began to play according to the rhythm of the Spirit. I began to march. Immediately, I found myself marching out onto a ledge overlooking a vast landscape. This was a land I had never seen before, but it was my home. It was covered with pools glowing with the reflection of the setting sun. I wondered within myself where I was. I heard the Lord say to me, "You are now marching into your promised land."
Blessed is the man whose strength is in You, Whose heart is set on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baca, They make it a spring; The rain also covers it with pools. They go from strength to strength; Each one appears before God in Zion.
- Psalm 84:5-7
Arise, walk in the land through its length and its width, for I give it to you.
- Genesis 13:17
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