By Rania Sayegh

As I was in my room worshiping the Lord. I was looking towards the sea from the balcony of my room. Then I was taken into a vision, I heard a sound of eagles screeching, and then I saw a herd of them swirling around over the sea sounding their voices as an announcement of something going on. As I continued to look, I saw a beautiful bride coming out of the sea with her veil on. She was dressed in a white gown, but the dress was embroidered with all kinds of flags of nations, and many nations were on this gown. While she was coming out of the sea, Jesus came to the seashore waiting for her to come out, and He took the veil off of her face. I saw her face, and her face looked like an Arab with dark skin, wide beautiful black eyes, and long straight hair. She was joyful and smiling when she saw Jesus, her bridegroom, and her face lit up with excitement.

Then Jesus came and lifted the veil off her face, and I saw him driving her to another location. I saw her now on the desert sands, but when she and Jesus were there, Jesus suddenly took her hands and began to dance. She responded to the dance and began to swirl around. Then all of a sudden, while He was dancing with her, the golden sand underneath their feet, turned into golden harvest fields. The dance was so beautiful and joyful, and the eyes of Jesus and His bride were locked together as she was following Him in His foot movement over the golden harvest fields.

That’s how the vision ended.

The following verses were highlighted in my spirit after the vision:

”Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,
With me from Lebanon.
Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir and Hermon,
From the lions’ dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.
You have ravished my heart,
My sister, my spouse;
You have ravished my heart
With one look of your eyes,
With one link of your necklace.
How fair is your love,
My sister, my spouse!
How much better than wine is your love,
And the scent of your perfumes
Than all spices!
Your lips, O my spouse,
Drip as the honeycomb;
Honey and milk are under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
A garden enclosed
Is my sister, my spouse,
A spring shut up,
A fountain sealed.
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
With pleasant fruits,
Fragrant henna with spikenard,
Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes,
With all the chief spices—
A fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
And streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind,
And come, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come to his garden
And eat its pleasant fruits.“
Song of Solomon 4:8-16 NKJV

”How beautiful on the mountains are the sandaled feet of this one bringing such good news. You are truly royalty! The way you walk so gracefully in my ways displays such dignity. You are truly the poetry of God—his very handiwork. Out of your innermost being is flowing the fullness of my Spirit— never failing to satisfy. Within your womb there is a birthing of harvest wheat; they are the sons and daughters nurtured by the purity you impart.
How gracious you have become!“
Song of Songs 7:1-3 TPT

‬For His glory,

Rania