Reach up to heaven, take Jesus' hand, place it in hers, and let her go. Again and again.

Though this vision was deeply spiritual, I experienced it completely in the flesh, driven by a relentless, burning urgency. I could physically feel myself reaching high into heaven to take the hand of Jesus, then plunging my other hand down into the pit to grasp a woman's hand.

But there was no burden in the lifting. When I pulled her upward, she was as light as a feather. I carried absolutely no weight. That was the grace of this calling: the miracle was in the sheer simplicity of it. My only job was to draw her out of the depths and lift her hand to His.

The absolute second their hands touched, I let go. I knew Jesus would do the rest.

Freed by that grace, I was entirely consumed by one thing: the desperate urgency to make as many connections as I possibly could. As soon as I let go, I immediately reached back up to heaven, reached back down into the pit, and did it all over again as fast as my body could move. Reach, lift, connect, release. An endless, rapid rhythm of rescue.

In the urgent pursuit of this vision, the Lord gave three clear directives through the Holy Spirit to guide our every step:

• There is enough space in the sky for a multitude of stars—for every woman and child we serve, and for us too.

• Move forward as if we have everything we need.

• There is one standard, and that is the Word of God.