“In some ways suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning.” ~Viktor Frankl When life goes sideways, it can be hard to take one more breath, let alone find meaning. Trust me. I know. In the same year, I had breast cancer, chemo, radiation, and a divorce I didn’t want. There’s more to the story (there always is), but in essence, I lost everything—my health, my love, my home. During all of this, I lost sight of myself, quit trusting myself. I was sure I was to blame for everything. At the same time, within twenty-four hours of leaving the house I loved, six friends had given me the keys to their houses, telling me I always had a place to stay. My family showed up for me in ways that had me weeping. Also during this time, I had two powerful dreams and one still small voice—these three messengers told me the very things I needed to hear to go on. My first dream involved someone cooking something delicious in a kitchen. I couldn’t eat what she was making, becaus...