I see a bridge being rapidly built out of Denver towards the west. It connects to LA, San Francisco and Spokane, WA.
I see trucks of resources flowing back and forth. Christians drive the trucks. There are golden crosses able each one that is His.
There are also those who do not call Him Father. They are dark and dirty, but the light of Heaven touches them as they drive and pass by the crosses.
Oil drips down from those. It is thrown up on those who are not. It is inescapable.
I see eagles flying overhead as the traffic goes. It is unaware that there is any eye in the sky.
God’s logistics are being laid.
I see the dams cracking. It wont be long now.