2025 A Christmas Eve Mystery Music Miracle

Not everything can be logically explained; sometimes a gift just happens, just shows up. 

Family from all over the country came throughout 2025 in spurts…so I knew nobody would be around this final holiday season.  It would just be Mom n me, and maybe my Son stopping by.  

There were options I considered, I model and coach to always have a plan, especially when heavy situations are coming up; but by afternoon the heaviness of lonely, missing family, missing my Dad, heavy emotions were gaining ground.  Mom being bed-bound and in pain made me hesitate going out, but love came thru.  I thought abt going to a candlelight church service later, sitting in the back and leaving early.  I didn’t want high interaction, I wanted and knew I needed to do something, to be in an atmosphere to help erase the dark cloud over my head.  Then my friend Jay called to check up on me, invited me to dinner.  That was a start…

She said, “No pressure…”, 

Another friend Lina called and asked how I was, I was honest with both of them.  

“Not okay but I’m working out a plan.”  Lina said she would stop by.  I went out for a while and got back in time to meet her in front of the building, we graced each other with healing hugs.  

When I got back inside Jay texted to come after 6, and I thought no way, it would be completely dark, then from Mom’s room I heard the mystery music.  

At first I thought it was coming from somewhere else, but it was definitely in her room, Alexa was playing smooth jazz , the genre I often directed it to play, but I was in the front room.  

I never said,

“Alexa, play Dave Koz,”

but it was playing softly, distinctly, unexpected, a head and heart lifting melody.  

Mom was sleeping sound.  

I remembered as the soft sounds washed over me with that unparalleled musician Koz creativity, that Mom sleeps deeply to music.  I didn’t set it up, and Mom was asleep.  What triggered it then?  

My spirit calmed, and I felt a yes to go on over to Jay’s, do a stop by, making sure the Ring camera was on, I left.  Fifteen minutes later the dinner party welcomed me with the hugs and smiles I needed.  

I asked my Son the next day if he’d sent a scheduled prompt via Internet for Alexa to play music around that time, he had initially set up the app.

“Nah Mom, wasn’t me. Why?”

I told him what happened and we both smiled.  I knew then the impromptu jazz was a gift from my Sovereign, permission…

“Go on Baby Girl, get you some hugs in!”  

When I got back, Mom was still asleep, the apt still filled with music.  

Sometimes things can’t be explained.  When it’s a gift, maybe just pay attention, give thanks, and roll with it.