I will never forget the dream I had just a few months before I filed for divorce. In my dream, the house we lived in as a family had burned down to the ground and my husband was in it. I can remember frantically searching through the ashes to find a cell phone so I could call my pastor and tell him the devastating news. All of the sudden, my husband appeared out of the ashes, but he was behind me. Though I knew he was there, I couldn't quite turn around to acknowledge him. Now I know this was a dream that foretold what was just ahead for me, which wasn't only a divorce, but it was the complete destruction of life as I knew it. Not only was my marriage over, but I lost my home, my career and my family was uprooted from where we had lived for
