When Heaven Celebrates Too
And for a moment, it feels a little closer to the earth
This post is also available in Spanish. Read it here
Sometimes we think birthdays are only celebrations here on earth. But there are days when you feel that heaven comes a little closer. This March 8th, my birthday, was one of those days.
The night before, I worked until almost midnight. I got home… and something very curious happened. Matías’s giraffe —the toy that had so many times played loudly— began to play throughout the entire night. But not like usual. This time the sound was very soft, gentle, tender… like a whisper.
When I woke up, the birthday calls began. While I was speaking with my aunt and my cousin in Venezuela, something strange happened: someone knocked on their door twice. They looked. There was no one there.
We kept talking and simply said, well… a manifestation.
It could have been my grandmother, who already passed away. It could have been my uncle, who also passed not long ago. Or it could have been Matías. We don’t always know who it is, but sometimes the soul recognizes when love makes itself present.
A few minutes later I spoke with my sister, my brother-in-law, and my nieces. The four of us were talking —something that doesn’t happen very often— when something curious occurred. In the kitchen they had a small container with a cloth inside. There was no sunlight hitting it.
Suddenly… the cloth began to burn.
With fire.
My brother-in-law looked at it surprised and said, “Look at what’s happening.”
The flame made a perfect little circle, a small round hole.
And we all fell silent. We knew it was a heavenly manifestation. Another sign from heaven.
And I couldn’t help but think about something. Sometimes we believe that manifestations from God or from heaven have to be big, obvious, or spectacular. But many times they arrive through the smallest details.
A toy that plays differently.
A door that is knocked.
A flame that appears where it shouldn’t.
Maybe we don’t always understand exactly what they mean. But the heart… recognizes them.
And in those moments we remember something very deep: our loved ones do not disappear from love.
They continue celebrating with us in another way. They continue accompanying our important days. They continue reminding us that the bond does not break. It only transforms.
That is why I am more convinced than ever of something: we must live awake.
Awake to recognize when God speaks to us.
Awake to notice those small winks from heaven.
Awake to understand that love does not end with absence.
Because God’s healing does not always happen in the body. Sometimes it happens in the hearts of those who learn to love even after loss.
❤️💙