I thank God for mine, also. I found my front gate open in my guard gated community a little after noon, getting up from prayer and mediation. When I went out to see why, I found a slightly deflated, blue balloon in a star shape, wedged behind a wrought iron chair that’s in front of my home office window. I wondered if it was some kind of warning, then dismissed it and thanked God for giving me a balloon. I’m still thankful for the delightfulness of the gift of a balloon, but having released a number of prophetic words about Trump, I’m not ignorant. It didn’t get wedge behind the chair by it’s self, and the gate doesn’t accidentaly open.