I wrote this poem September 19, 2006. The wings represent the faith in Jesus and comfort of the Holy Spirit. I hope it blesses you today, and God bless all my brothers and sisters in Christ.
Resting on her back, they serve the purpose of leaning in time of need. They are there when you can barely make it and you fall on them. They are never tarnished, as they never judge, falsely or otherwise.
A sister’s wings see you through, a cushion of support put there by God. They are a blanket when the world has shut you out and all is so cold. A cover to seal your wounds and heal a broken heart.
The sisters’ wings bond in time, working for His Glory. Never changing in His love, praying for your strength, your courage. Made of something we can’t comprehend, the fabric of His mercy.
But always there, humble, faithful, and noble without question. Seeking to do His work for those brought into times of struggle. Sisters born by blood or by bond, working for His purpose.
Don’t under mind the strength of a sister, untiring and unfailing. Keep your words kind and gentle for a sister, her burdens can be heavy. And never fail to see wings resting on an angel, and know she’s somebody’s SISTER.
Donna Sikes – 9-19-06
I always try to remember that when I first started having visions in September of 2015, the first thing that happened was hearing the congregation in my grandmother’s church from when I was a little girl singing. It was in the middle of the night. I recognized the tune but couldn’t quite make out what they were singing. It was coming from above. It was their voices and the acoustics in the church. The only words I heard were ‘count the milestones one by one, Jesus will forsake you never, it is better farther on. This is a promise we can always hold on to. Through anything I have ever been shown, I have always been comforted as well. That is another promise. We comfort each other as He comforts us in His promises He will keep.
I don’t know where this picture came from but I’ve looked at it often over the past eleven years. It and a sermon I heard inspired this poem I wrote on January 7, 2007. I hope it blesses you as it has me.
The Perfect Things
When all you see are empty plates all stuck with goo and crumbs
Remember to give thanks for them and don’t feel so humdrum.
For dirty plates mean there were means to buy the food to eat
And dirty plates mean there were loved ones to eat the bread and meat.
It’s the dirty things in life we learn to help us see a blessing
Dirty laundry in the bin means clothes to wear when dressing.
Muddy feet mean there was rain so flowers and food could grow
And muddy feet mean happy tots were playing in a row.
The gummy bears, the big red worms, the toad frogs in a drawer
The happy smiles of dirty cheeks all full of treats and more.
The dirty floors from front to back, be thankful for happy feet
Bubbles on the bathroom mat from toes that smell so sweet.
When you’ve got no room to move with five piled on a bed
Thank God for the worn out blankets and pillows for your head.
Thank Him for contented hearts, for night He made for rest
And thank Him for your worn tired feet; you know you’ve done your best.
And when the bills are raining down like the first bad storm in spring
Give God the thanks for funds to pay, thank God for everything.
Don’t get caught up in things of this world, all glamour and all glitter
For those things will all pass away, those things won’t even matter.
It’s the things that God created, the things dear to His heart
Those things He washed as clean as snow, those things will never part.
The love within our hearts and all the lessons on our way
He’s just preparing us for the unclouded, endless day.
January 7, 2007
I heard it put as simple as it could ever be explained. Prophecy points to Jesus.
I realized then that everything I get either tells us to follow Him and why, it tells us what is coming up that is another message pointing to His return, or it is warning of judgment on the land where He is not followed.
So anything else is a false teaching, a false preaching, and a false prophecy.
There is no other Savior, there is no other way, and there is no other Word.
When we are overly tired we tend to get weary and burdened down. When this happens we have our Savior to lean on. The scriptures tell us He is gentle and humble in heart where we will find rest for our souls.
The day after God’s work, He made it holy and He rested on it.
Jesus called the disciples to rest after all their work with so many people crowding around. They had fed and taught so many that Jesus called them to a quiet place.
There is peace and rest for the children of God. This world has so much trouble but Christ has overcome the world, and on that we rest.
I pray that in all the work we are called to do, we don’t forget to find rest ourselves – where He restoreth our souls.
Deep calls to deep at the roar of the waterfall. A sweet song that heals my soul. My soul that thirsts for the Living God.
And they say where is your God. Oh that I would say follow His guidance. Let’s go to the place the heart rests. Where there is hope and protection, and we give praise.
Let not your heart be troubled, but to count it all joy. As the words He whispers bring strength and refreshment for the journey. A light in the darkness, and Living Waters that never run dry.
We can hide things from the world and each other, but God knows our hearts. We are a naked baby on a bear rug at a photo shoot.
I pray that I will live this day pleasing in His sight.
Would God not have discovered it since He knows the secrets of the heart.
For you were formerly darkness, but now you are light in the Lord; walk as children of light (for the fruit of the Light consists in all goodness and righteousness and truth), trying to learn what is pleasing to the Lord.