“Dear Lord, thank you for this glorious morning, for the rain and sunshine, for all the love You give us. . .”
“Do you want me to play the lullaby, All The Love?
Heads bowed, praying while sitting on her couch, my younger friend and I looked up. I began laughing. She giggled. This was a first for our weekly Thursday morning prayer time.
Their family’s digital assistant that Amazon has affectionately named Alexa had joined the prayer dialogue. Her interrupting me with a question seemed totally odd. But that’s her job—to listen and then respond. Kinda like a live-in disk jockey?!
My friend told her, “No.” Still laughing I was too freaked out to continue praying.
“Doesn’t that creep you out?” I asked, now internally affirming I would never want a plugged-in digital assistant eavesdropping in my house.
“Well, she’s a part of our security system so we are used to her. Plus, she plays music on command.”
I’m shaking my head, knowing technology has already passed me by.
“Alexa, you’re so silly!” I mumbled.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” returned her automated reply.
Shaking my head again, I laughed. She had gotten the last word.
If Alexa is that attentive, then I know God is listening. I will choose my words more carefully.
“Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.” Proverbs 16:24, NIV