How His Vivid Dream of Dogs Became a Divine Sign
After the death of his dog, he didn’t think he was ready for another. But God had other plans.

By David Kolbe
In the dream, I stood at the end of a long, straight gravel driveway. At the other end, I could see a white two-story farmhouse. There were no power lines leading to the house. No car in that long driveway. Details revealing that it was an Amish farmhouse, similar to the ones I often drove past near my home in northern Indiana. There was something inside that house that drew me there, but what it was, I didn’t know.

Fields spread out on either side of me, but I focused on the house. As I got closer, I saw a shimmer of gold out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look. The field was fenced and full—not with rows of crops but with puppies. Golden, fuzzy puppies. There were dozens of them, dotting the field like dandelions. One of them approached me. I felt a connection with her.

Then, abruptly, the dream ended. I woke up.

As I got ready for the day, the dream didn’t fade as my dreams usually do. It stayed with me. It felt important—and unfinished, since I never made it inside that farmhouse. Was it some kind of a sign? Something that had to do with our family pup, Charlie?

If I was going to dream about dogs, I would have expected one about Charlie crossing the rainbow bridge. Our beloved Charlie had passed away only a few weeks before. My wife, Kathy, and our kids had adored him. I’d had dogs my whole life, but Charlie was special. He may not have been the brightest dog in the world, but he was kind and gentle and loved to be around people, tail wagging.

Then, at almost 12 years old, Charlie’s tail didn’t wag so much. His health declined...Read More