A beautiful thing happened to me this morning. Serendipitous. It lasted only a few minutes but seemed to balloon in time. As I was walking, I paused a moment and texted Jeremy to ask for a phone call if he had down time today. I wanted to discuss my situation at work with him because I always like to hear his advice. All of a sudden, spontaneously, music started playing on my phone. I couldn't tell where it was coming from as there was no open tab on my phone indicating its source. It was music that immediately pulled me into almost another dimension of knowing, drawing me to God. My heart rate and respiration quickened and I felt pulled forward, almost as if I needed to run forward toward what could only be Jesus. My eyes scanned the woods and I looked ahead expectantly, searching for the unseen. As the music continued to play, with tears streaming down my face, I said aloud, "Let me hear the music. Let me hear the music. Let me hear the music when I die and everything will be okay." It touched emotion in me that has no name. I really wondered if I was going to die and welcomed the thought in that moment. The music ended and I figured out that it was coming from Pandora, even though I had not opened Pandora. When I tried to get back to the song, I was unable to do it. I don't know what it was. Maybe that is as it should be, for I could not duplicate the experience. It was a gift, a peek into another world, the curtain pulled back for only a moment. For me. Drawing me into the love of God. Assuring me of His presence. Telling me that it will be okay. No matter what happens.