I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the night Donald Trump was elected the President of the United States. As an observer from another country, I watched the TV as the votes were tallied in each state. I have been awake for a long time, I understood the gravity of what was happening, and understood that if Hillary won, it was all over for all of us. As a man of faith, I prayed for a miracle, in hopes that my children might have a future without fear. And then it happened, as the shocked news "reporters" cautiously allowed themselves to reveal the truth that was just moments before unthinkable.
Meanwhile in the spirit realm, God had put his foot down. He had enough, and he heard the cries of the trafficked children, and the prayers of His people. He is merciful to intervene in human affairs when humanity has lost all hope, and He is full of fury. How dare they corrupt what is innocent, and take what is not theirs. They will be destroyed.
But once again I am called, not to vote, but to pray. To cast my ballot in to the hand of God so that he will once again make a fool of our enemy, and miraculously lead us into another victory.
God protect the innocent, God give us wisdom and courage, and God bless President Donald Trump, Q, and the greatest anonymous army in the history of the world.
Bless you all!