“What’s it like growing up with a mother who has second sight?” you ask.My mum had a wealth of stories, not all of them with the paranormal twist, but all her stories were fascinating. They taught me a lot. I think we learn best through the stories of others. We see ourselves in their lives, imagining how we’d react. And the Sight was often part of her history. It’s not just the glimpse of the future or a warning of danger that makes you listen closely. I think it’s a real sense that life is so much more than we see with our natural eyes. She taught me to listen to the whisper of the God she loved and depended on.I don’t get hung up on ghosts. You can’t live in an ancient land like Scotland without encountering unexplained spirits. She never asked who they were or why they walked. She trusted that if God wanted her to know, He would tell her.Her faith fueled my own. Looking back, I never felt alone. I always carried that expectation that something amazing was just around the corner. “Watch for it, Wendy. You don’t want to miss what God has for you next.”I grew up in Seattle, met my future husband in our senior year of high school, later married and had children. My husband indulged my love of animals with cats, dogs, and horses over the years. I was a Highland dancer, a painter, and a writer. As a volunteer, I’ve met lots of wonderful people and been grateful for every moment I shared with my husband and family. Yes, an ordinary life, but rich, rewarding, and full of twists and turns I never expected. What am I doing now? Watching for what God has next for me.Read more about this authorRead less about this author