I am working long hours trying to get houses ready for the beach rental season. So, after a particularly hard day the day before, I slept til 7 am one morning. (Normally I am up by 6 am.) Suddenly I hear my Echo Dot playing a song. I did not ask it to play a song. I am in the house by myself so I know that no one else asked it to play a song.
I am stunned and bewildered.
I listen to the song.
It was “Talking to the Moon” by Bruno Mars.
I listen to the lyrics. “I am talking to the moon because you are not here and I want you bad. You are all I had and I sit by myself and talk to the moon trying to get to you and hope that you are on the other side talking to me too. Do you hear me calling because every night I am talking.”
I immediately remember all of the years spent traveling with my job. Every night my husband and I would talk to each other. Many, many nights we would do this while we were looking at the moon. We knew it was our connection. Both of us were looking at the same thing in spite of the fact that we were thousands of miles apart.
As I was enjoying this memory I was trying in the back of my mind to figure out how my departed husband could get “Alexa” to play on my Dot.
I knew God could do this.
God can, in my belief, do anything.
But I did not think God would really turn “Alexa” on. And It was kind of spooky to think that my husband could do this. But I have seen him dance in the body of a squirrel so maybe this was just another message from the other side.
Oh, yeah. This is getting weird.
I mean I have a lot of faith.
I am so intimate with God that I would not hesitate to believe it could have been another “God Wink”. But somehow my logical and rational brain would not let it be that way. I had to figure it out.
The night before I had noticed the amazing moon. It was almost full. The sky was clear and the moon was so big you felt you could reach up and touch it. It was glorious. I had texted two of my daughters to ask them if they had noticed the moon. I wanted to share the beauty of the huge globe in the sky. They had both noticed this magnificent sky gem.
Then, my logical and rational mind kicked in. I called my daughter and asked, “Can you control my “Alexa” from 200 miles away? She said she could. She said, “How did you enjoy ‘Talking to the Moon’ ? I admitted it was beautiful and it was sweet of her to remember me in this way.
I did not let her know that I thought my dead husband had sent it to me as a love message. I really do not want to give my children any more reason to file for guardianship papers. But just between you and me, I will tell you a secret. It was my husband that put in her mind to do this. He was always such a romantic man.
I bet he and God are having a lot of fun. They are up there finding lots of ways to keep me on my toes and loving both of them.
Thank you Ray for your love message.
Thank you God for taking care of my sweet husband and making me so comfortable in your love.
You are holding me in your arms and helping me know it is all OK.