I had a dream... I was invited to walk through a repossessed house by a realtor who wanted me to buy it. She did not say why the home was taken. The outside of the house was beautiful and grand in size. However, when she took me on the inside it was trashed. Every room had been vandalized with markings on the walls and doors, the floors were littered with junk. We went from room to room each area a mess more than the last. We ended the tour in the area that was supposed to be the kitchen, dining room and lounge section. I say “supposed to be” because there wasn’t any walls or ceiling. You could see the backyard and up to the sky. There wasn’t anything in the area but pipes and beams, no appliances…nothing! So, the woman and I are standing in the entryway to the area when out from a back room came the son of the owner (who had taken back possession). He was crying as he walked past us out the door. I was confused because we had toured each room, and I did not see him. I turned to ask the woman had he been in the house the whole time but then I woke up.
 
I started thinking about all the trash and vandalism I’ve witnessed over the years in every church I visited or was a member of. Because I've always kept a journal, the Holy Spirit helped me to birth these letters.