This is the story of a guitar – yes, a guitar and a little boy “helping” his Daddy bring it back to life.
Steven’s paternal grandfather gave the guitar to his church a very long time ago. He has been gone for some time now, long before I joined the family. After his passing, the guitar had been living with Steven’s Uncle Ted whom we lost a few years ago. When his parents made a trip to California this summer to visit his grandmother for her birthday, they brought the guitar back home with them. Finally, it was in the “hands” of our brother-in-law, Jason, who just so happens to be a gifted musician.
While we were waiting for our nephew Joshua’s birthday to begin on Saturday afternoon, I watched as the following event unfolded before my eyes and I felt compelled to capture the moment as best I could.
As Jason attempted with much care to return the guitar to playing condition by replacing the tuners and strings, his son, Joshua was only too willing to offer his “assistance.” Despite much encouragement otherwise, Joshua just could not keep his little hands from touching his Daddy’s tools, turning the old knobs, and stroking the new strings.
As I listened to the Holly Dunn song, Daddy’s Hands, playing over and over in my mind, I was overwhelmed with the feeling that I was in the midst of a real life music video for that song.