I heard the Lord say: This is a roots movement. This is a moment where I have humbled my Church not to punish her, but to heal her. To purify her. To prune her for the coming harvest. My Church had grown accustomed to the bloom, the fruit, the outward beauty and what man sees, celebrates, and calls success. But right now, my glory is resting on what looks ordinary. What looks unpopular. Even what appears ugly or overlooked. Man says it’s about charisma. About the lights and smoke machines. About loud worship and grandeur. But my glory in this hour is resting on the grassroots, the simple, the foolish. On that which looks like a seed, small, buried, and unseen yet saturated by My glory. I’ve looked into the hearts of My people. I’ve seen a deep longing for what is real. For what is authentic. For what draws them back to Me not a performance, but an encounter. Not hype, but holy. For too long, My name was exalted in systems that celebrated man’s wisdom, man’s comforts, and man’s movements. But now, their brokenness is leading them back on unfamiliar paths toward what looks small, humble, and unthreatening. And yet it is pregnant with promise. That place you’ve overlooked is where I’ve hidden the seeds of My next great outpouring. A place people will say, “Surely revival can’t come from there.” But that is exactly where My Spirit is about to be poured out. I’ve chosen a people who have chosen the low road. Those who refuse to chase platforms or prestige. If you choose the low road, My Spirit will get the glory. If you humble yourself in this season if you choose the way few choose you will experience personal revival. You will see the fulfillment of the promises I made over nations. But it starts with the roots. Can you not see? I’ve been cutting back the tree. I’ve been stripping away the opulence because it came, and My glory lifted. The spectacle increased, but signs and wonders diminished. Man became too familiar with My anointing, relying on giftings instead of My Spirit. He who has ears, let him hear: I am doing a new thing in this hour, but it won’t look like what you’re used to. I’m bringing My Church back to its roots. Back to Acts. Back to the place of birth where it was messy, but it was beautiful. And right now, many are feeling the tension. You can feel the pull into something new, but it feels like your branches are being cut back. Some feel like nothing more than a stump, a root in the ground. But from that root will grow something powerful if you let Me water you. If you let Me tend to you. I’m uprooting the weeds and tares from past seasons things that have choked your family, your calling, your mind, your marriage. I’m clearing the soil so that what grows next will be healthy, sustainable, and lasting. I’ve brought My Church low so that what is planted now will remain for generations. This is not the end. This is a rebirthing. You will experience My glory again, says the Lord. So if you feel lost…if the doors are closing…if your resources are drying up…if you’re staring at impossible debt or deep lack… know that I am there. -I am in the midst of your marriage. -I am in the midst of that prodigal child. -I am in the midst of your finances. -I am in the midst of your health. The enemy has lied to you, but I am taking an ax to the root of those lies. Not to destroy your life but to prune it. To cut back what was killing you. To free you from generational cycles and mindsets that have left you worn out and barely holding on. I am bringing you into wholeness. I am bringing you into freedom. Can you not see it? And here is My call to the Church: -If you will prepare a place for Me to dwell… -If you will come low… -If you will humble yourself… I will come. And the people will come. The broken will come. The world that is truly searching for Me will come. Roots movements are beginning to burst forth across the earth. They look like Davids in the field unnoticed, uninvited, seemingly insignificant. Yet they carry My glory. Soon, they will grow. And the world will recognize their fruit and like the pearl in the field many will give away everything to buy the field. The hidden ones will emerge to join the song of the lamb. And they will become dispensaries of My presence where healing, signs, wonders, and the fresh and mighty outpouring of my spirit will flow!