I’m trying to get caught up on my blog.  I’m getting there piece by piece.  I need to stop and share this story, though.

Six to twelve months ago Nigel asked about switching over to guitar from piano.  We were okay with the idea and our piano teacher does both.  But there was that part about not having a guitar.  We HAD had two guitars at one point, but in our attempts to declutter over the years we had already gotten rid of them by the time Nigel expressed his interest. 

John had done some occasional searching on Craigslist and Amazon, but we never had peace to just jump on anything.

The idea moved more to the front-burner in the last few weeks and I decided to pray about it.  There were far more pressing things going on, however, and it was never a major focus. 

Then one Sunday at church, after Nigel was finished ushering for the day, Mr. Soanes (the head usher) asked Nigel out to his car.  It seems Mr. Soanes had asked Nigel in the past if he was interested in singing in the choir as Stewart does.  Nigel explained he’d like to play guitar.  Well, Mr. Soanes had a guitar at his house that no one was using.  And as I headed to the doors to exit the church that particular Sunday, my mouth dropped open as I saw Nigel walking back into the church with Mr. Soanes, with a guitar bag in his hand.

Really. 

And here is Nigel with his first guitar lesson with Nate.

Do you remember the story about the drums?