A few months ago, Alea started talking about learning to play the ukulele - “the one with four strings, Mom, not the guitar with eight.” To be honest, I didn’t take her too seriously. A few weeks later she cornered Mac, the guitar player for our worship band at church, and asked him to teach her. He told her he played the guitar and not the uke, but undeterred she suggested he go to the library and get a book or watch some YouTube videos so he could teach her. The following week she asked me several times to text Mac and ask what time they should meet. Mac and I were laughing about her persistence together the next week at church; another guy overheard and offered to give Alea a uke he didn’t want. Needless to say, Alea’s persistence paid off. She got an instrument and Mac watched some YouTube videos and showed her a few cords... and then in a moment that brought a rush of memories back, he played her the song she loved most as a baby... she didn’t speak and responded to very little, but when Mac played ‘My Lighthouse’ she came alive. I’m so grateful she’s seen and known and loved... so grateful we all are.
