Two prophetic dreams about Trump, a newsletter that divided my community, and what God is still saying to the nations in 2026.
Two Prophetic Dreams About Trump That Would Not Leave Me
Something has been sitting with me quietly for a few days and I could not shake it. God kept nudging me to go back to something I had written and documented carefully in 2020. A newsletter. Two dreams. And a response I had sent to my community that I had almost forgotten about.
When I opened it all again, I understood why God was prompting me. It was not just history. It was speaking directly into right now. Like taking old words, shaking the dust off them, and watching them come alive again.
Before I share anything, I want to say this clearly. This is not a political post. This is a prophetic one. And there is a very important difference.
Christ alone is Saviour! No man. No leader. No president. Christ alone!
Do Not Take Sides
Since 2019 God has been teaching me something that does not come naturally to any of us. He has been teaching me not to take sides.
I know. It sounds simple. It is not.
When we take sides, we can be deceived and interpret things our own way rather than God’s way. And in ministry that is dangerous. If you carry a prophetic voice and you take sides you will filter what God shows you through your own preferences. The message gets distorted. The delivery gets compromised.
I am still learning this. But it has shaped everything about how I share what God gives me.
With that foundation I want to share two dreams.
Dream One: 6th March 2016
In 2016 the world was not taking Trump seriously. The media was loud and hostile. I went to bed troubled by what I was watching and God gave me a dream.
I was near water. Huge American war planes were flying overhead but they were colourful. As I looked, I understood what they were: they were news TV channels. Different ones. Each one trying to wage a war of lies. Trying to stop something. But they could not cross into the land. They were permitted only to fly along the border of the sea. Enormous. Powerful looking. But held back by an invisible boundary.
The word that came with that dream was Isaiah 43:2:
“When you pass through the waters I will be with you. And through the rivers they shall not overflow you.”
No matter what was happening in the news. No matter how loud the opposition. No matter how colourful and powerful those planes looked. God was with Trump. People can argue as they wish. But God spoke. And God chose.
Trump won in 2016.
I shared that dream with some Christian groups at the time. Some received it. Some did not.
Dream Two: 7th June 2020
Four years later in the middle of one of the most turbulent election seasons America had ever seen God gave me another dream.
There was a table. World leaders were seated around it. Men of influence and power. I was not at the table. I did not need to be. I was not a politician or a leader of nations. I was a prophet sent with a message.
I came to Trump and with a very directive voice, with boldness and authority, I spoke into his life. I told him he was going to be president again. That he had many foes. That their actions against him would not succeed. Because God’s hand was upon him.
I did not sit down. I did not join the table. I delivered what God gave me and the scene changed.
I was outside. The ground was swampy and muddy and very difficult to walk through. I went towards the east: the east gate. And what I saw there was swamp. Muddy, unclear, complex ground with no clear direction and no clear path.
There were people around me going in the same direction, but I could not find the way clearly.
I did not fully understand the east gate at the time. I knew it meant something, but God did not show me the full picture. I believe now He was protecting me from knowing what I was not yet ready to carry. The Middle East was complicated then. It is complicated now. And God knew that what He was showing me about the east would only make complete sense in His timing, not mine.
This was not just about American politics. This was about the global landscape that Trump’s presidency would navigate. A world that would become muddy and unclear and complex. Confused. Divided. Not knowing what is coming next.
Now here is something I want to be honest about.
God did not allow me to share that dream publicly at the time.
God did not allow me to share that dream publicly at the time. And I am so glad He did not. Not just because of my own feelings. But because of what I saw in the Christian community around me.
Some adored Trump so much that they closed their ears to anything that did not confirm what they wanted to hear. Others hated him so much and were so relieved he lost in 2020 that any word suggesting otherwise was instantly rejected. There was no middle ground. No room for a nuanced prophetic word. And God knew that. He was protecting the word by keeping it hidden until the ears were ready to receive it.
In 2020 Trump appeared to lose the election. My community was divided. Some were angry. Some were confused. Some came to me asking what the dream meant now.
And I wrote back to some of them in 2020. I said this:
“I believe it is not over for Trump as a leader. There could be a president but there could also be a wise leader who takes a lead and becomes above a president. David was an example. We should not put our trust in man but in God. We will drain the swamp but before that we need to get ready, take the right posture, watch and see what the Lord will do.”
In other words, even if Trump was not in the White House, God was not finished with him as a leader. A title does not define a calling. David was anointed king long before he sat on the throne. The position does not always come before the purpose.
In 2024 Trump won again. He became president in January 2025.
The dream was not wrong. It was not missed. It was simply ahead of its time.
The Newsletter and the Backlash
That newsletter I sent in November 2020 was received by some and not received by others.
Some Christians were offended. They had put so much of their hope and faith in him winning in 2020 specifically. When that did not happen the way they expected some felt let down.
I understood. I really did. Because I also had to examine my own heart. Was I favouring Trump? Was my prophetic word shaped by my own preferences? I had to bring it all back to God and ask Him to purify the lens.
That is the tension every prophetic voice lives in. You carry what God gives you. But you are still human. And the only way to stay clean is to keep surrendering your own opinion to Him.
In that newsletter I wrote about the swamp using Job 8:11:
“Can papyrus grow tall where there is no marsh? Can reeds thrive without water?”
Papyrus means paper. Reed means pen. I felt God saying that difficult swampy times produce new writings. Just as Paul wrote his greatest letters from prison. The marshy ground is not the enemy. It is the very place where growth happens that cannot happen anywhere else.
A Bruised Reed He Will Not Break
As I was reading back through all of this one scripture kept coming to me. I could not ignore it.
Matthew 12:20: “A bruised reed he will not break and a smouldering wick he will not snuff out.”
It felt like God tying every thread together in one sentence. The newsletter, the dreams, the backlash, the waiting. All of it held gently in the hands of a God who does not break what He has chosen to use.
He breathes on it instead. 🕊️
This scripture is not just about Trump. It is about every prophetic word that felt bruised and questioned and pushed back on. It is about every dream you documented faithfully and held quietly when others doubted. It is about every seed you kept in your hand when the ground looked impossible.
A bruised reed He will not break.
What I Found When I Opened That Newsletter Again
When I opened that newsletter in 2026 something stopped me completely.
I had written about Ezekiel 37. About God breathing life into dry bones. About things that looked finished coming back to life.
I did not know in 2020 that six years later I would return to writing and ministry after two years of silence. I did not know that one of the first articles God would give me on my return would be about dry bones coming back to life. I did not know that the seed article I would write for March 2026 would talk about things that felt too small and too late finally being released.
God knew. He was already writing the next chapter in 2020. 💛
These old words did not expire. They were seeds waiting for their season. And this is that season.
If you have not read those articles yet I would love for you to read them alongside this one. They are part of the same prophetic thread:
When Your Faith Feels Dry: God Spoke Over Dry Bones and Over You
Prophetic Word for March 2026: The Seed in Your Hand Is Enough
The Thread God Has Been Weaving
From 2016 to 2020 to 2026 God has been speaking a consistent word to the nations:
- What He has ordained He will protect
- Swampy times produce growth not destruction
- Old words and old seeds have not expired
- Dry bones can breathe again
- A bruised reed He will not break
- The Writer of our story is God not man
We are still in complex and swampy times in 2026. The ground is still muddy and the direction is not always clear. But the papyrus is growing. The reed is becoming a pen. God is still writing.
What This Means for You
I am not asking you to have an opinion about Trump. I am asking you to see the faithfulness of God across time.
He speaks. He waits. He fulfils. And while we are in the in-between, He is growing something in the marsh that could not grow anywhere else.
Do not put your trust in man. Do not take sides. Do not panic when the outcome does not look the way you expected. Keep your eyes on the One who raises up kings and removes them. Keep speaking what He gives you. Keep writing it down. Keep the seeds.
We are praying for earth to realign with heaven. We are asking God to reveal His strategies to the nations. We are watching and positioning ourselves on the watchtower.
And we will drain the swamp. But first we need to be ready.
A Prayer for the Nations
Lord we bring the nations before You today. We pray for every world leader that they would humble themselves before You. That they would acknowledge You not just with their mouths but in all their ways. Keep Your people from the deception of putting their trust in man. Keep our eyes fixed on You alone. You are the Writer of our story. Breathe on the dry bones. Breathe on the old words. Breathe on the seeds that have been waiting. A bruised reed You will not break. May Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. In Jesus name. Amen.
With love for your season,
Haly 🌻💛
Have you had a prophetic dream or word that felt ahead of its time? Share it in the comments below. I would love to hear from you.