My husband sent me a text message telling me that he was filing for divorce. I was sleeping, so I didn't receive the message until a few hours after it was sent.

What woke me up from my slumber to find this text message on my phone? A dream.

I dreamed that I was at my Grandparents' house. (I grew up "next door" to them. I put next door in quotation marks because I grew up in the country, and next door was actually a couple of acres in front of their house.) The sun was just coming up in my dream, and I was standing in my Grandparents' front door, a door they rarely had open. I looked outside and saw that Jonathan was at my parents' house getting into a car with another woman. I ran down to him and said, "You are having an affair!" He replied, "Of course I am."

I woke up sweating and shaking. Then I saw the text message.

I know that this dream isn't proof of anything, but the Davis family does have...something.

When my uncle died 50 years ago, my Grandparents awoke to knocking at the end of their bed. When my Grandfather died in 2005, I dreamed that I drove into a blinding white light. Others have their stories too.

It can all mean something. It can all mean nothing.

But what it true is that their has been a death of a marriage. In my life, I have never seen Satan destroy something quite like this before. I'm not shedding any tears tonight. I don't think my parents are either. Something happened to the man I married, but I don't know what it is. I do know that I don't want this new man back.

Tonight I did something that I never pictured myself doing. I thanked God for this hardship. I have changed dramatically since Jonathan left me a little over three months ago. Never have I been this close to God. And if all of this happened just to make myself right with God, well then it is all worth it.

Don't ya think?