I had a preconceived idea of how my life was going to play out. My soul had a different plan. My path was redefined when I was 35, after we adopted our four year old son. Within a short timeframe, all plans and normalcy were exchanged for daily behavioural crises.

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 Two years later, our son’s seven month old birth sister joined our family. The odds of her being placed with us despite residing in another province was nothing short of remarkable.

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Within weeks of her arrival, our son started having flashbacks to the severe abuse and trauma he’d suffered in his early life. This led to two years of intensive therapy, hospitalization, and severe behaviour that made daily living an unbearable challenge. At the same time, our daughter was diagnosed with a global delay. I felt an overwhelming, utter sense of despair as I tried to manage the needs of my children, all while grieving the normality of my old life and the one I had hoped for.

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One night, emotionally exhausted, I prayed for help, questioning my path and the meaning of my life. The next morning my son said: “Mom, I had an amazing dream. You were asking an important question and I was told to give you this answer – you’re the best mom I could ever have, please don’t give up.” This allowed me to believe in a benevolent force much bigger than myself. In my darkest hour I asked for help and received answers. I gained insight into past lives and soul contracts, and how relationships are beautifully yet sometimes painfully woven together from one lifetime to another, searching for healing. I felt the door to Spirit miraculously open. My mediumship and psychic abilities I had suppressed from my teen years were ignited.

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Opportunities for the growth of our soul arrive when we least expect it. We can choose to embrace them or not. I chose to understand the meaning of my soul relationships. I chose to embrace my connection with Spirit. I chose love, compassion and understanding, for myself and others, and see life as a succession of gifts