Several years ago, in '94 and '95, I went through some unexpected life-changes. My children
were 5 1/2 and 4 when my then-husband and I divorced.
There was a period of about 2 1/2 to 3 years leading up to the divorce that I was miserable. (I
had a cheating husband that just would not stop.) I had no real support group; no one in
my family or friends that 'gave me a shoulder to cry on', so to speak. For 2 years afterward, I
slept with my Bible cuddled to me like a teddy bear. For those years, God looked out for me,
and I wasn't even in a 'good' relationship with Him. But, one night, in a dream, He showed
me how much He cared.
In my dream, my two little girls, my mother