Here I share dreams and visions I have received since 1983. I also hear words and that is explained in the posts. I enjoy giving devotions and words of encouragement for the body of Christ. Thank you for visiting. God bless, Donna Sikes
The morning mist reminds me of a verse in Isaiah. God doesn’t want to hold our sins against us if we have come to him for forgiveness. Bask in His forgiveness and rejoice in that.
Isaiah 44:22 – NIV
I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins like the morning mist. Return to me, for I have redeemed you.
We don’t know what the day holds, but we know Who holds us. Be encouraged and draw on His strength. He definitely has an endless supply of it.
Raising grandchildren, I pray for His strength a lot. He always comes through. I tell these things to hopefully help somebody else and not to brag. I don’t have anything to brag about.
He let me know one day to stop focusing so much on what I have to get done and rest before Him. I kept having to ask for His peace because I had so much to do. Rather, I had so much I thought I had to do. I heard, ‘stop some efficiency’.
I came from the corporate world, which now seems so far away. And thankfully so. I was wrapping my day in a tighty little package and lining all my ducks in a row. I could do three things at one time and no duck strayed far from the line.
I will take my life I have now instead of any life the world has to offer. I’m very humbled and grateful for the Lord and where I am today. My prayer swing is my resting place before God and I ask for nothing more.
Psalm 46:1-3 – God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.
I am in prayer for ya’ll today. Jesus is walking with us and that will give us His peace. He has gone before us and though we may be a little caught off guard for a moment by events, He is not at all. His steady hand holds us up today and we are so blessed. His living word tells us these things and on that we rely and place our faith. I love you all.
I found it hard today not to get caught up in this craziness all around. I think I even scared a couple people myself. I thought this can’t happen . I headed to the store so my granddaughter could pick out her birthday present. I looked up and said a little prayer.
While in the store, an elderly lady that was bent over in stature kept going through her purse to find her money. I quietly asked the clerk to ring her things with mine. I don’t normally tell these things but God had a purpose for this. The sweetest little lady I’ve ever seen put her arms around me and told me God is going to bless me a million fold. I told her He already has. This was his instruction to me of what I need to be mindful of.
I looked up as I was driving back home and saw an angel in a cloud. As she glided with the wind I saw she had wings and her hands were in praying position. It was all I could do to hold it together. God’s peace flooded over me like a river. His peace is there for the asking and remember to pray without ceasing. He gives His angels charge over us.
I was then reminded of a vision-like dream I had October 6, 2018. I found myself holding onto an iron farm triangle bell. I looked down and knew if I didn’t hang on I would fall. I looked back up and heard ‘hold on’! I knew the three corners were God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.
I just thanked the Lord and praised His Holy Name for letting me see Him again today.
(Picture taken by family member.)
In January of 2016, I sat with pen and pad and wrote what was so strongly on my heart:
For years I couldn’t wrap my head around how the holocaust could have even happened, or how a people could have ever been held in slavery, or even the idea that foreign troops could ever invade a country like America that once was such a mighty force to be reckoned with. And how the rights could slowly even be taken away from free people. I began to see ostrich’s heads in the sand (not a vision) until they were plucked out. I’m the ostrich with my neck AND feet buried. Head in the iPhone. Head in Facebook. Head in the TV. Sinner with pride. The enemy stands back, watches and laughs. We are held captive before our rights are even removed. We tell each other to think positive, be the positive. Pick a rainbow colored sand for our heads to dip into. Not just a dull ordinary sand. And don’t rock the anything goes boat or we will kick you out. Leave us to our closet sins. Silence as we pray to our gods. Hear not the minister called by the Great I AM to repent and put on the full armor of the one true God to march. Yet listen to the one that tickles the ears buried in the sand. And I hear the silence of the people as they rode the train to their deaths.
I recently posted a dream where we stood in silence and drew on a window we knew would never be used again and we knew the window was called Liberty. We drew on another window we knew would never be used again and we knew the window was called Freedom. I was drawing a train on the window.
I had a conversation with my husband this morning. He is more concerned at the panic than the virus. I told him we can’t do anything about the panic but it is causing schools and businesses to close and people to be locked down in their homes, therefore we need to get what we would need should that suddenly happen to us. We found out since yesterday of a couple counties near us where schools are closing. My husband said something that brought back the train I had drawn and also the writing I included above. He said, ‘people are like sheep’. Suddenly the words came to me ‘people are like sheep led to slaughter’. And I remembered the silence of the people as they rode the train to their deaths. I remembered the silence in the dream as we knew we would never again use Liberty and Freedom.
Romans 8:36 As it is written, for thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
BUT…the next verses are what we need to stand on because when we call on the name of Jesus we have a Savior. Verse 37-39 – Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come. Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
We should be so loudly shouting for joy in the face of adversity. We have one that has already conquered, and THAT is the shepherd we follow!
This dream from 2-28-18 was very powerful. It told of things to come, but the last part of the dream gave so much encouragement. The battle is already won.
The dream began with me riding in a small boat. I kept to my lane on the flooded road and boats coming in the opposite direction kept to their lane as we would in a car. As I reached anything sticking up out of the water, as a fence post, I would place money or food on it so anyone coming along behind me that needed it could take it.
I stopped at a multi-story abandoned building that had been set up for use because of this flood.
The first room I went to had a couple young girls in it and they showed me the small tags on necklaces they had been given so they could get food. They were not at all worried and were very content. The numbers were four digits. The first one started with 36 but I couldn’t remember the rest. The other one was 4760 and it stood out to me. This was not the mark, but it showed me the famine after the floods.
There were a few people in the next room. It was being used to make frozen pizza or anything quick someone may come in and need. My neighbor was discouraged because she wasn’t getting much money at all for the food. I asked if my youngest grandson had given much and she shook her head no. I told her I’d be back and bring her more money. I looked down at the desk in front of her and saw a basket of keys. I knew they belonged to the taxis on the street that could not run.
The next room was full of red-headed graduates in their caps and gowns. One was to my left standing with my family that is in the educational field, good Godly mentors. That graduate was excited to make bishop and was going to enjoy his calling. He was so relaxed and friendly with a sweet smile of contentment on his face. The others to the right stood without educators. They were not content with their calling of bishop and were anxiously stressed to move beyond that. Much later I read Titus 1:7 – ‘For a bishop must be blameless, as the steward of God; not self-willed, not soon angry, not given to wine, no striker, not given to filthy lucre.’ Those standing alone did not receive the leading and education from the Holy Spirit that was indwelled in the one so content.
I left this dream for another where I appeared to be riding on white caps on an angry sea. I was not afraid, just trying to figure out where I was going. I soon saw what appeared to be a sink hole. As the angry sea churned faster and faster I began to move faster and faster. I found myself actually coming up on the eye of a hurricane. The picture above is exactly what I was riding on. The eye of a hurricane is the most peaceful place to be. Get into the eye with Jesus and don’t focus on the storms.
May 2, 2018, I Heard ‘things will never be the same again’.
I asked for scripture after my dream and was given Isaiah 29. I was later led to Acts 20. I pray we walk in faith without fear and give God all the praise and glory for He alone is worthy.
The first time I posted this is earlier on this site and includes commentary that connects scripture with dream. Thank you
I have shared this so many times over the years. The first end-time dream, as I call it, was when I was in my twenties. It was actually more than one dream back-to-back but they go together. After that I didn’t have one for about thirty years. I didn’t know much about Sunday School lessons growing up and I couldn’t pay attention in our little country church for smelling the fried chicken in the kitchen behind the pulpit. This dream tells a miraculous story of God’s protection and provision.
At the time of this dream, I didn’t fully understand some of it, but as time passed by I learned. It is posted on this site a couple times. It tells of how, in the dream, I was in town with other people at night. I looked up at a huge tree and through its bare limbs I could see where a face had formed as I looked at the moon through the limbs. The face had a bald head. I started calling attention to it to first one person and then the other. No one seemed interested and no one could see what I was talking about at all. I knew it was the antichrist.
There were men that were very angry at what I was doing. I don’t know who these men were but they began coming after me. They chased me so hard I ran down a narrow dirt road and wound up crossing over a fence and going into a pasture. One drove an old blue pickup truck and rammed through the fence and never slowed down. I finally made it to a small white church where I walked through the door to find people sitting on backless benches. They were mesmerized with their faces positioned straight ahead and their eyes wide open but not seeing. I was yelling so loud but they couldn’t see me or hear me. They didn’t even acknowledge that I was there.
I suddenly found myself with a group of women and children. None of us knew each other. No child knew any adult and no adult knew any child. We were in a metal-type building like you see the gyms at the churches now. There were troops outside that wore uniforms and spoke a different language. I don’t believe I had a good image of the uniform or language. We had two at our building. As the weather began to turn cold, I and other women began to gather sticks outside to place on the floor inside and start a fire to warm the children. We picked up small sticks at the edge of the trees. The troops became so angry they slapped the sticks from our arms and yelled something in their language.
As the other women and I stood just outside the building, the Lord spoke to an older woman that was with us. I don’t know who the woman was, but I remember telling the other ladies that she said God told us to bring down the snow from the mountain. We didn’t question this at all. We brought down the snow from the mountain and we covered the floor of this metal building inside with it. As we finished covering the floor, we could feel that the snow had turned warm on the underside. As the troops continued to laugh at us for our crazy work we were doing, we placed the children and babies under this snow as a blanket of protection from the cold. The babies and children didn’t even get wet from it. The Lord had truly prepared a table for us before our enemies. He provided what we needed in a way that our enemy was totally blind to it. I never remember feeling hungry in the dream either.
In the next scene, I was running from gunfire. I ran through the parking lot and was able to grab hold of a door knob on a vehicle and hang on with my feet suspended. The gunfire was all around, even coming under the vehicles. Suddenly, the sky lit up so bright in color that I looked up and saw Jesus coming down. I ran so fast and so hard toward Him yelling ‘Thank God! Thank God! Thank God!’. As His face turned toward mine, a feeling of love that I had never known came toward me from Him. It was an unconditional love so overwhelming that it took my breath away and woke me up in shivers and tears.
Over the years, I have found so many verses for so many scenes in this dream. They are posted throughout the site. Sometimes I will read a verse and know it goes with it. The most amazing connection was just a few months ago when I read a verse in Job that spoke of the treasures of the snow.
Job 38:22-23
Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? Or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail. Which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?
I found a site called idahobaptist.com that speaks of these treasures where the author says the snow he was shoveling hit him in the face and prompted him to research the snow verses in the bible. Proverbs 25:13 – As the cold of snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to them that send him: for he refresheth the soul of his masters.
Sometimes someone can point out something we missed. The author said that with the verses of snow in the old and the new testaments, the new shows the Lord’s glory. Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? The treasure isn’t the diamond, but where the diamond is kept.
I recently heard a woman speak of her miracle in the holocaust. She was very young as she followed her family. The troops were marching them to the concentration camp. Her mother quickly picked her up as they walked near a neighbor’s fence and threw her over to the other side. The guard that saw this turned his head as if it didn’t happen. She slept in a barn that night and was able to get to an orphanage. She had a lot to overcome being there but she was alive. Her family gathered around her in her old age after her husband passed and asked was she lonely. She said no, Jesus fills every inch of this apartment.
Trust in the promises that Jesus has given us in the scriptures. If you don’t have a bible, you can search ‘promises of Jesus verses’. Go to the secret garden. He’s already there. God bless you and may He give you His peace.
Photo: I took this photo one day. If you look closely, you can see Jesus and lightning coming from His hands. There is also a candlestick and others standing around Him.
