You gotta wonder . . .

Some times you have to wonder is the Lord is speaking something loud and clear. I'm in the middle of a relaxing, yet incredibly productive, Saturday. I have
(1) Made my brunch dish (cutting up fruit is SO hard :p )
(2) Have the crock pot going
(3) 2nd load of laundry is in the dryer
(4) Veggie tray for lunch tomorrow is ready
. . . . all before 11 a.m. (I'm thinking pretty highly of myself at the moment)
I was content. I was daydreaming of doing all of this in my very own place one day. No husband, no kids. Just me and Jesus.
I get a call from a number that I don't recognize. I answer and it was the representative from freebabystuff.com or something like that. I was on there months ago for some friends of mine. I told the woman that I wasn't on there for me, but friends.
They ask for the phone number, so I go upstairs and look for it in the church directory (I didn't venture to look it up in my cell because I was worried I'd hang up on them).
At the very second I sit down, this song begins to play on pandora. Now, sometimes weird things just happen, but from where I have been scurrying around downstairs I can't hear my computer.
Of all songs that could have started to play or could have been in process of playing . . .
Just weird. You gotta wonder . . .