Out of convenience, my nursery was a small room situated between the master bedroom and my aunt’s. When I would rouse during the middle of the night (I wasn’t a very good sleeper I’m told), my mother or aunt (my father has ALWAYS been a heavy sleeper) would go in and coo me back to sleep. But, I digress.
To continue with my story, one night, like many others, I awoke and began fussing. Soon after, my mother heard a woman offering soothing words and me babbling right along with her. Glad my aunt was taking care of me and she didn’t have to get out of bed, she turned over and went back to sleep.
Over coffee the next morning, my mother, with much gratitude, thanked my aunt for attending to me. Astonished, my aunt exclaimed, “I didn’t go to her! When I heard you talking to her, I turned over and went back to sleep.”
My life as a medium had begun.
Today, my aunt and mother question how many times the kind woman, whom they believe was grandmother, came in and attended to me. Had it not been for my mother’s gratitude that morning, they may never have known. Spirit operates in interesting ways.