Pray for HAWAII

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I am posting from the oldest to the newest, however, I need to interrupt to ask for prayers for Hawaii.  On April 12 I received a word during devotion ‘Hawaii’.  I put it in my journal and asked a friend if he knew of anyone having anything about Hawaii.  He said no, just that they were hearing loud noises sounding like trumpets.

On May 2, I heard ‘things will never be the same again’.  I took my journal and pen with me to the rope swing where I pray and asked God for more information.  I looked down and saw Hawaii on my notes dated April 12 ‘I heard Hawaii but yet know why’.  I also saw Matthew 7:7.  So we pray.

When I received the word ‘things will never be the same again’, a feeling of shear panic came with it.  It lasted only about a minute before it went away, but I’ve never received anything like that before.  I don’t know if this is the beginning of more to come.

This is from my journal on another incident like this one:

August 9, 2017
I woke continuously to sirens. All kinds of sirens. In and out of sleep I heard sirens. The first time I looked at the clock was between 1:30-2:00. I finally got up between 3 and 4. I sat on the couch emailing sister and life-long friends about it, still hearing sirens. I got on FB and posted on Marty Breeden’s site. He is a cop that went code blue and came back with an amazing story. Immediately under my post a pastor TD Hale said it’s the same reason he’s up. Hearing sirens continuously and looking out the window but nothing outside. It was back to back after this.  I don’t believe all these people hearing sirens and warnings was for nothing. It wasn’t long after this that the hurricanes started and they were devastating.  Fires became worse.  Tornadoes.

I said all this to say there is an urgency to pray for Hawaii.  God needs our prayers; the battle is His.

The Holy Spirit Came Down – 9-19-15

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The only way I can describe September 19, 2015, is the Holy Spirit came down.  In the wee hours of the morning I woke to hearing singing.  I knew it was the congregation in my grandmother’s church when I was a little girl.  I knew the tune but I couldn’t place it, then I heard the words.  ‘Count the milestones one by one, Jesus will forsake you never, it is better farther on.’  Those were the sweetest words, and they were the only words I was able to make out during the singing.  Those words touched my heart, and I was amazed.  Then I felt a whoosh come over me and the Holy Spirit was touching my heart.  I felt it.  A message was downloaded.  ‘Get off the phone, Internet, TV.’  I thought to myself how I do too much of that and after the weekend I was going to cut back.  This time it came stronger and more urgent.  It wasn’t in a hateful way but just firm.  ‘Now.’  Then I saw a calendar where the span of a week stood out and at the end I saw 21.  That end of that week wasn’t the 21st, but I understood I was to be off for a week.  I asked, ‘How am I going to document things I’d already been documenting?’  I had already had a couple things to happen that made me type them on my notes in my cell phone.  As soon as I asked, I saw a picture of a white piece of paper and a yellow pencil.  It’s a shame I even had to ask, but I did.  Time spent with the Lord has been unbelievable since then.  I had already been called into the prayer closet.  I was being cleansed and refined.  I not only had to be forgiven, I had to forgive.  The bible came alive.  The words spoke to me, and ever since, that’s almost always how I’m given anything or any questions are answered.  I get scripture.  I would read in the night and fall to sleep clutching my bible. One day I felt the words Isaiah 58.  The words were just there.  Then I got it again.  So I read Isaiah 58 often.  As you can tell I’m not a scholar at all, but I can relay what I get from the Spirit.  I asked God one day if I should tell these things.  For months I’d open the bible to verses that said tell these things, write down the vision, shout, blow the trumpet.  I took the picture on this post.  I love taking pictures of God’s artwork.

Psalm 42:8     John 16:13

Faithful and True – 2005

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This dream I had around 2005.  I was walking down a sandy country path when I came upon a huge tree with enormous roots sprouting out and going everywhere.  I approached the tree and observed the roots, then realized there was a house to my right.  I went up the steps, onto the porch, and on through the door.  As I entered the house I was facing women that were cooking with huge pots.  The message that came to me was ‘prepare, they will be coming’.  I began to work with the other women, and we worked together so well.  We were so happy to be doing what we were doing.  We worked harmoniously until someone said, ‘There’s no meal for bread’.  We became very distraught.  Suddenly a man walked through the door.  He was so tall he bent to get in and his hair was so white.  He was holding an old urn under his right arm.  He put his left hand in the urn and brought out a substance and began sprinkling it over everything.  He said, ‘This is not for bread alone’.  The left side of the house was a long dining room with a big table in it.  The walls were window panes.  We could see the white, puffy clouds.  One of the panes became dark as night.  We ran to it to see what it had to show us.  A horse and rider were barreling through the air as the horse pawed its way through.  I didn’t see the stars and moons, but I knew they followed him.

God anointed us and all the work we were doing for His glory.  The tree represented the remnant deeply rooted in Christ.  The heavens opened and out came a white horse.  He who sat on him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and makes war.

Revelation 19:11-16    Colossians 2:7

Captivity Dream – 1983

I was in my twenties when I had two or three dreams back-to-back that went together.   That was around 1983.

I stood in town with a crowd at night.  As I stared up through the limbs of a tree, I saw the moon shining through.  The limbs began to form a face.  I tried to tell the people what I was seeing, but no one could see it.  The face with a bald head stared down at me and I knew he was angry.

The scene changed to daytime and I was running – running from those that knew I had recognized the antichrist and I was trying to get others to see it.  I ran as fast as I could down the old country path.  I climbed a fence as I came to it but the old blue pickup chasing me plowed through.  I kept running and made it to a little white church.  I ran through the door screaming of what was coming.  The people sat on backless benches and stared straight ahead.  Nothing I did, even yelling in their face, made them see me or hear me.

I found myself in confinement with other women and children.  None of us knew each other.  The temperatures got cold so we went outside the metal building we were in to find sticks in hopes of making a fire.  The military outside spoke a language I didn’t know.  They became very angry with us and slapped the sticks from our hands.  We were in winter.

Then God spoke to an older woman that was with us.  She said, “God said to bring the snow down from the mountain.”  We didn’t question it.  We brought the snow down and we covered the floor inside with it.  The troops laughed and thought we were crazy.  We covered the children and babies in that snow on the floor because it had turned warm underneath.  God had prepared a table before us in the presence of our enemies.  He had provided in a way our enemies could not comprehend.  We leaned not onto our own understanding but on God’s.  We kept the faith.

Soon the troops found something else to be angry about and we scattered to run from their guns.  We were in a parking lot so when the guns began shooting under the vehicles to stop our running, I held on to a door handle and held my feet up.  Just when it seemed there was no way out, the sky lit up in a way that everyone had to look up.

I saw Jesus coming down.  I ran screaming, “Thank God! Thank God! Thank God!”  And as soon as His face turned toward mine, the feeling of love so overwhelmed me that it woke me up.  We don’t comprehend that kind of love.  We have no idea.

Psalm 23:5    Matthew 24:27    1 John 4:3    Matthew 13:16    Psalm 91:1

The picture on this post is one I took a couple years ago.  You can see Jesus, the candle stick, others behind him and lightning in the sky.

We are in His hands! Something to celebrate!

Sounding the trumpet!  And I enjoy giving words of encouragement to the body of Christ.  It’s not about me; it’s about our Savior.  Don’t follow me; I run into walls.  Thank you for visiting.  God bless, Donna Sikes

John 13:34 kjv – A new commandment I give unto you.  That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another

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