No Invitation Needed Sacred Children Series - 3 of 3I had my first two children on either side of my twenty-third and twenty-fifth birthdays. I had always assumed that by
time I was forty, I'd have a ton of freedom to finally push forward with my dreams of becoming a motivational writer and speaker. It really looked like that was
way my life was going to go too.
I fell in love with a man when I was in my mid-thirties and he was in his mid-forties. We were very much in love and planning to get married. I actually found myself wishing I could have his baby. I hadn't felt like that in many years. We were discussing whether or not to have a child together. We both loved
idea, but we were also looking at
reality of our lives, our finances, our circumstances, and especially our ages. Was this really something to even consider so late in
game? Could we say yes to another child? Could we say no?
As it turned out, I got pregnant despite using two forms of birth control before we could even make up our minds if we were going to have a child together or not. We decided that it must be fate that we'd have one more. We agreed that I'd work from home on my writing career while carrying our child. I was nervous about having a baby when I was so involved in my work, but I was also so grateful that
decision had been made by a higher power than me.
I had been talking with guardian angels for many years by that time and felt a spiritual calling to become a writer and to tell
stories that my angels wanted told. I had been told which books to write and was working on an outline for one of them when a little voice whispered to me. It told me to go lay down on
couch and meditate because it had something to tell me. I thought it was one of my angels, so I raced over to
couch to hear what they had to say to me.
The entity told me that he was my unborn child. I saw a vision of a darling two-year-old boy with magical eyes. He looked at me like he had delicious little secrets. He said that he was going to be a boy and that we used to know him as Michael. He then told me what his new name would be. He also assured me that when they ran
tests to check for birth defects, that I'd see that he was going to be strong and healthy. I had nothing to worry about.
After
vision was over, I looked up
name he'd given me in
baby names books. His name is an old Celtic name meaning fiery. That made me laugh aloud. His father and I both have a decent amount of Irish blood in our heritage, and we both have always dreamed of going to Ireland to see
castles. Our very first conversation was about Ireland. Our relationship was very heated and passionate. Of course our son would have a Celtic name meaning fiery! When I told his dad that night, he agreed
name fit perfectly. Who are we not to call him by
name he chose for himself?