I gave a young man a spirit message from his dead mother. I know, weird. I’m not a small medium at large. It just happened.
There I was, waiting for my sandwich-soup combo, and the 20-something-year-old behind the counter turned to hand me my food. He paused like he saw a ghost.
“I had to do a double-take! You look exactly like my mother.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said.
“It is, but she passed away two years ago.”
He handed me my order with a big smile.
My own mother passed away in 1987, and afterwards I spotted a woman on the street who resembled her. My heart caught in my throat and I wanted to run after that stranger and touch her.
Now I wondered how that young man must feel to “see” his mother again. Before I could even tuck into my chicken noodle soup, I said this prayer, “Dear God, wouldn’t it be nice if you could tell him something from his mom?”
Suddenly, I imagined a dress with vivid red flowers. Now why did I think of that? Should I ask him about it? I felt hesitation, doubt.
Then I felt the wash of a mother’s love come over me, his mother. Yet I questioned back in prayer, “Wait. Am I supposed to go talk to him with people in line listening? He’ll think I’m a kook. Never mind, bad idea.”
Just then he walked right past my table, another sign.
I said, “Excuse me, but I have to ask. Did your mother have a favorite dress with bright red flowers?”
“Yes, she did. She was buried in it. It had big red roses up and down the dress.”
“Well, I think God is allowing her spirit to give you a message. She’s very proud of you and loves you so much. You’re making a big change. Are you moving away or changing jobs soon?”
His eyes got big. “I have a new job interview this afternoon.”
“Well, whatever happens, she wants you to pray to God for help. Go to God.”
He stared at me, silent. “That is exactly what my mother would have said. Go to God. She always said to us, ‘Go to God for all your problems.”
I felt a wave of happiness and relief, looking up at him, my soup now a little cold.
He asked, “Can I hug you? You don’t know how you made my day!”
And on behalf of his mother, I did.
The wonder of it all reminded me of Acts 17:27: “God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us.”
Have you ever received a message that felt like it came straight off a divine teleprompter?

Email Suzette Standring at suzmar@comcast.net or visit www.readsuzette.com. She is syndicated with GateHouse Media and the author of “The Art of Opinion Writing.”