Grace.

I named my guitar Grace. One day, my beautiful friend Adella decided to hand her beloved instrument over to me.
"God told me to give this to you."
"Oh my gosh, I can't take your guitar from you! You play all the time!"
"Nope. You're wrong. This is not my guitar. Take it!"

Over the next few days, Adella watched me sketch and draw a design on the guitar. Brown Sharpie details Zephaniah 3:17 along the bottom.

I brought Grace to Jordan, who builds guitars. He adjusted the action, fixed some odds and ends, and gave me new pieces.
"Are you sure I can't pay you?" I asked.
"Of course not. It was great to see you, though!"

Just now, I'm sitting on a bus typing this post as I travel back from a few days in Manhattan. A phone rings, and the girl sitting next to me picks up.

"Hi, Grace." She answers. "I heard we're about 10 minutes away. I'll see you soon!"

She's coming for us. We don't deserve her.
What a beautiful day to reunite with Grace.