I had a mental picture of a big beautiful house that was dusty and full of shipping containers. Floor to ceiling, even on the porch. People were living like homeless people inside the shipping containers instead of moving the shipping containers out and living inside the house.

For me, the “vision” was a visualization of how we are all truly one family but we silo ourselves off from each other. And instead of living in the fullness of His freedom, we act as if we are still not His kids and slave away in our own strength. He has given us all things by His grace but we keep going back and holding onto a false sense of security. And yet, we are still inside, even in our blindness.