broken, but not lost
This week I had a very severe, not-so-serious, heartbreaking, yet-not-life-altering event: My guitar broke. It wasn’t exactly my very first guitar, but it was the first one I loved. I got it as a 20th birthday gift from my parents. It’s all I had wanted for a while. She came in that October...a spruce-top Ibanez Talman in sunburst blue, small-body acoustic/electric. I had already been dabbling in learning some chords and the basic fundamentals of guitar playing from scouring the Internet and from a $75 electric, but when the Ibanez came, it all came together. It was the first time I felt I had somewhat of a real gift I might could really use for the Lord one day. I’ve never been the most responsible person, and in my early 20s that was clearly the case. I would take that guitar everywhere I went, but lazily would sometimes leave it in my car at night. The freezing temperatures of the Oklahoma cold took its toll. One day as I was playing it, I realized it ha...