While visiting a small country church for the first time, the Cry of my soul was to know the heart of God. He showed me my first prophetic vision and one-third of it came true moments later. And then the pastor called me out of the congregation to tell me what he saw and it was the exact copy of what I'd seen of me in the park holding out my hands. Then an hour later another pastor said the same thing, thrice confirming it to me in the same day.