I see the cow. But, this time, he faces north. It’s like he doesnt move. He just chews, looking straight ahead.
I see gifts being parachuted down into his field. Little army men come out and surround him to protect him. They are the old-timer green, plastic men.
They stack to form a wall around him = protection. They are like angels.
I see the trumpet blow, and they all fall over, even the cow.
God is removing the sacred cows (idols) in our lives and all that we have put up to protect them.