My Visit with President Donald J. Trump

This is a profound and realistic dream I had about visiting with President Donald J. Trump on the morning of 11/11/2020. After sharing it with my husband, he said, “What if we all had this compassion for each other? Even our enemies? You need to get this to President Trump. Post it and get it to President Trump.”

The Dream

I was taken in to visit President Trump. He seemed younger than me (I’m 54), and he was thinner than normal. He seemed fit, yet humbled and meek, exhausted and subdued, and willing to accept whatever God wanted.

I felt respect and admiration for him, as well as an immense love and tenderness for him like a mom would have for her son. He seemed so loveable. I talked to him like I would my sweet missionary son (whom I also look up to, admire and respect). I sat beside him. He was much taller than me, and I hugged him by putting both my arms around his chest and leaning my head against his side. I hugged him for a long time like I would my boy if he were distressed and needed comfort. I felt so much compassion for him.

Then I shared with him a principle I’ve learned about Divine Balance. To the extent to which we are loved, built-up, or praised by ourselves or others, to that extent will we be hated, torn down, or ridiculed by ourselves or others. I showed him a balance scale and told him that life is seeking balance. We must not put ourselves or anyone else on a pedestal or in a pit.

I advised him to avoid bragging on himself or his accomplishments.

He seemed saddened and unsure whether this was a habit that he could stop. He knew he needed to but wasn’t sure how – especially in the face of so much opposition.

I advised him as he went forward, that when he felt inclined to brag or take credit, to give credit to God instead. He is the vessel, and God is the power behind the victory. Give all praise and honor to God.

He seemed to absorb this. We also had a brief exchange about how people would respond to this. Some people would appreciate his giving glory to God. Others would not. Some would even say he did it for show. No matter. What mattered was that he kept turning his heart to God and giving glory to Him. I sat there beside President Trump hugging him and continued to feel such an immense love and appreciation for this man – not only respect but also how I’d feel for a dear friend who was dealing with heavy burdens.

Finally, we stood up and he walked me out. He seemed to be as sad as I was that our visit was coming to an end. On the way out I mentioned to him something about how the nursing homes had been ballot harvested. He nodded saying he knew, but didn’t want to get into a conversation about election fraud. He didn’t want to talk about the battleground. We had spent time speaking of higher things and he wanted to stay there.

That was the end of the dream. Yet I still feel that tender compassion and love for a great man who now feels like a personal friend to me.

I know it sounds a bit bizarre, but even after waking up, I felt as if somehow my spirit visited his spirit. It seemed entirely possible that he may have even had the same dream.