On the last leg of my flight home from a recent vacation in Kauai, I was sitting in a plane at the airport in Calgary, AB. I closed my eyes and said to my dear departed husband, "Hey, babe, I'm coming home," which is weird because I feel his spirit with me wherever I go.
But I said it. Without questioning it or thinking too much about it.
Then I noticed that the background music playing on the airplane was Little Drummer Boy.
But I said it. Without questioning it or thinking too much about it.
Then I noticed that the background music playing on the airplane was Little Drummer Boy.
On February 28th. A Christmas song. Weird.
Weirder still is that Little Drummer Boy just might have been Al's favourite Christmas song. He especially loved pumming along as we sang this song with the ragtag group of carollers from our church.
Messages from heaven come in all sorts of ways at all variety of times. I've learned this from my daughter Lisa Driver's three books (Opening Up, Leap, and Boundaries and Bucket-filling) in reading and editing her writings about angel messages and connections to our departed loved ones.
I have learned not to doubt angel signs or question them. I have learned to accept them and be grateful that my departed loved ones want to show me they are with me.
Some angel signs are stranger than others. I have found some to be upsetting because I'd rather have my husband here than wherever he's hanging out these days. But there's nothing I can do about that except feel my feelings.
This particular angel sign made me shake my head in wonder and then smile. Christmas in February on a plane in Calgary. Strange.
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