Here is an interesting prophecy I just read. By Joanie Stahl in May 2016.
Do not worry about your life, what you will eat, or drink or the clothes you put on. There’s not a lot of time left. While everyone is still saying, “We are living in the last days,” they should be saying, “We are living in the last hours.” The fields are ripe for harvest. But there are very few people than ever I can use.
The result of these ” Last hours,” is callousness of heart. The love of many have waxed cold. The darkness that is upon all nations is vastly permeating every threshold. And it is intensifying. The sense of safety even in the safest places will vanish. It will vanish away.
Also,Trump will be the next and last president. Once he is inaugurated the door will shut. He will accomplish My purpose, but only for a short time, a brief time while in office. Because his time will be cut short. Not because he does not want to. His hands will be stopped. He won’t be able to go very far for reasons other than his own. His purposes will be disappointed. His success will be brief, short lived, interrupted. He will be like a once raging fire snuffed out. He will be stopped short.
But My purposes will stand. I will demonstrate My will for this nation. Even he will know Me and fear Me from the rising of the sun unto the going down thereof. This will be a time of great calamity and there will no longer be any rest.
Those that are at rest in this world will be the final ones who will feel it, through they fight it by trying to get themselves to higher ground. But even the highest ground during Noah’s day was as unsafe as the lowest valleys.
For it will be just like the days of the Flood during Noah’s days. The floods of hell will creep in through every threshold. They will enter into everyone’s doors. The judgments like Egypt will take down this nation. For this is as Egypt to Me.
Then will people begin to look to Me. They will turn their eyes toward the heavens out of grinding fear. And I will hear them. Your time on earth is coming to a close.
The rafters of the ceilings are falling upon you, the foundations have sunken. Nothing anyone will try to hold up or build will stand.
This is the time of threshing, of beating out My wheat. And who can or will abide? I know My sheep. I know who are mine. Make no mistake about it. There are many of you who think you stand. You go about as Mine. But your hearts have never been farther from Mine than now. Your hearts belong to other lovers. And your lovers are the things I hate and what I hate.
I once said that I will not always strive with man. And I will not strive with you except to put you away as a divorced woman who played the harlot. Remember, if did this to Israel what withholds me to do the same with you? What I meant then I mean now.
But remember this, if you turn to Me, I will turn to you. I will deliver you. See it as a ship pulling away from the docks. Many will come in at the end. And right before I come, those who will come will have to leap from the dock.
deplorably republican