A Girl And Her Guitar

While I was driving home some time back, I saw a girl walking down the street, dressed in indie attire, and carrying an acoustic guitar. Probably going to a friend's house or back home. Who knows. The whole moment of seeing this girl lasted less than a second, but it was more than enough to stir my mind. I just had to smile, knowing I had witnessed a fleeting moment in our lives.

Who did she play for? What are her songs about? Where was she going, and why was it that she had to walk to get there? And I'm guessing she must be passionate about music, being she's traveling all that way on foot with her guitar. These are all things I asked myself and inferred, trying to put the puzzle pieces of herself together.

All of these pieces are part of her story, which, as you all know by now, I'm fascinated to no end about. These are our lives. Such beautiful pages filled with joy and happiness; heartache and desperation. "Our stories are threads woven together to tell the story of God's redemption and hope. We are His story."


Countless times, we pass by one another on the street. Complete strangers. We move on because there's no personal connection. Maybe it's because society taught us not to speak to or trust strangers. But in doing so, we're pushing aside life itself.

Seeing this girl and her guitar. Helping people in the poorest district in San Francisco. In these moments, I've realized how precious life is. And isn't it funny how this girl, who most likely didn't even take a look as I drove by, affected my life? How do we know we're not affecting other people's lives the same way, and don't even notice?

Life is just too special to simply glance at the pretty pictures on the pages and move on, you know? It needs to be cherished...