Well, I haven’t really spoken to her about anything significant in two or days now - just dropping off the kids at this time etc.
About a year ago I had something amazing happen to me. It all started with a dream that I had prayed for my wife to have. She never had dreams, but did that time in my most desperate hour. It was a turning point in my life. All of a sudden, my entire perspective changed. I had received in my mind, an undeniable answer to a prayer.
Years ago, we had dated in high-school, but she went off the deep end and abandoned her family and went wild for awhile. I had uttered a prayer and written it down in July of 1995, that I would have preferred for her to be my wife and to bring her back one day. She came back about 7 years later.
Around 1997 I had a dream that she was driving a red Mazda Miata and had wrecked it into a telephone pole. I later found out that she actually test drove a red Mazda Miata at about the same time I had that dream. I know this because I have journalled my dreams and thoughts for years. I have journalled this entire experience and though it has been one painful experience I have considered a gift from above - a tribulation that will only make me stronger and can be used to help countless others.
In her dream - (the 3 hour miracle - do a search) last year, she had lost of all of her children. Recently the divorce proceedings had been initiated by myself because I had received information that she was filing, was seeing the person she had an affair with, was screaming at the kids, had plans to hurt me as bad as she could, and just in general seemed to be behaving irrationally. There were a number of things that have happened behind the scenes from her doing that defy logic and rational thought. I have communicated to her the entire time that I do NOT want a divorce, but have been backed into a corner - we can still figure out a way to reconcile. Her response has been it is too late now and on and on, but that was the same thing she told me when she moved out. She has told all of her friends that she is getting a divorce no matter what happens. I figured the only shot we had then was to let her go.
I’m sure much of this was my fault and much of it was hers. At the end of the day though, it doesn’t matter whose fault it was to stop it and look towards the future instead. I think of it like this. Her calling a lawyer and telling me she wanted a divorce was like putting us at Defcon 3 - preparing for Nucleur war on our family. I waited until I saw the missile doors open and smoke plumes from the missile silos. Her missiles had a malfunction (her lawyer cancelled), I called her and asked her if we could figure out how to reconcile that I didn’t want to do what I was about to do - she said she had to go. I walked into to talk to a divorce attorney for the first time in my life. The papers and a restraining order to keep her from removing the children from the home or their school was filed by 5 O’clock.
I had read in my Bible the day before something about being delivered by noon. You know, a little Bible roulette. From the time I went to the divorce attorney and then got back to my desk - I turned and looked at my desk clock. It said 12:00 right on the dot. Weird.
Her lawyer filed a motion to reconsider on the restraining order. Her lawyer got sick and collapsed about 15 minutes before that hearing. At the next hearing, the judge cancelled. His dockett was full for weeks and he cancelled on the day of our temporary custody hearing.
The ironic part is that all of this stuff happening is in direct alignment with the dream she had last year. Now I don’t know the purpose. It may be that I just get the kids for a little while longer. Who knows, but I just find it hard to believe it coming out this way so far and it just being a coincidence.
There was a another dream though…
My son had a dream a couple days ago. He’s 2.5 years old. He says to me. Daddy - I saw you at McDonald’s. Hmmmmm… okay. I guess he wants to tell me about a dream that he had. I asked him if my wife was there and and he no, but my daughter was there. Then he went on to describe what was apparently another part of the dream. He told me that he saw my wife and me and the two eldest children at a tree. He said _____ got bit by a big snake. He said there was a big black bull there and my wife and I and the eldest child were getting sticks from the tree and hitting the bull. He said “daddy pick me up” while he was in the tree. He also said the tree was small.
Sticks were often used to describe the relationship between two major divisions in God’s kingdom - you know Israel and Judah. Somewhere in Ezekiel it talks about join ing two sticks together - that this will occur in the end times. Many believe we are currently living in those times. Read all about Ephraim and some recent theological theories in this space and you’ll know what I’m talking about. The same story is in the story of the prodigal son. One brother out there being wild and the other doing everything he can to do exactly as his father commands, but missing the key points sometimes. It is a story not only about a son, but about nations - Israel and some say Ephraim (Christians - the Church, etc.). The whole Bible is a story about God tearing down before He can forgive, and then rebuild. I have prayed for almost a year for her to feel the way I feel about God. All is well with my soul - I hope the same will occur for her through this process whether we get back together or not.
Though I don’t claim to understand dream interpretation or always subscribe to them having meaning, I at least thought that it was an interesting dream. The parts I find interesting are that, scripturally, the snake and the bull were always symbols of what we now commonly refer to as the devil and as far as I know - my 2.5 year old son has not studied the Bible lately and wouldn’t be familiar with the symbols involved. Also, many claim that trees are representative of either the family or children when in dreams. Of course, there is little actual science behind this, but interesting none the less.
Many places in the Bible it talks about fools following or even giving creedence to dreams, but I guess when I see certain symbology and “coincidences” occuring it makes me wonder. My earthly father has prayed for the first time in years. There are parts of my family that are being forced to talk to each other that haven’t talked in years. Nothing like a great calamity to bring everyone together. I don’t yet understand the purpose in all of this, but I feel like I need to tell the story still so that others may benefit. This blog has been my story of being torn down and rebuilt. Perhaps it is her turn - only God knows why and I thank Him for this most painful, but wonderful journey. I ask that you continue to pray for both her, my mother in law, and my children, and if you are feeling really froggy - maybe even me.
My father was a wandering Aramean. This is my story. This blog is about how I came to Jesus, the big man incarnate. This is what has happened to me and I share it with you for the benefit of others. Perhaps I’ll make a movie about it one day.
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