Huh. How ’bout that…

Once on of my internet mentors Kem Meyer wrote about moments that make you say, “Huh. How ’bout that?”

I had one of those moments yesterday.

My husband has a Gibson guitar that was really expensive. It’s probably one of his most prized possessions.  It has a lot of sentimental value as well as monetary value, and he freakin’ loves it. He plays it at church almost every week.

Well yesterday, it fell out of the guitar stand. It cracked in 3 different places. The pickups popped out. The volume knob shattered.

It was pretty upsetting. Which is really ironic, because any of you women who are married to musicians know that if their instrument is in the house with you, it’s kind of like having another woman there. I usually hate his guitars, because they take his attention away from more important things. Like me.

But I was upset because he was upset. And I’ll give you 3 guesses what I did. If you answered cry, you were right. Mostly it was just frustration because we couldn’t afford what we were estimating would be $300 to fix it. We sat there and said, “At least WE didn’t break. At least it wasn’t a car or one of our family members. This is a God-sized problem. He’ll fix it.” It didn’t really make us feel better at the time, though. Oh me of little faith.

So, after church, Mike goes to guitar center to get some estimates. Turns out it will cost $400 to fix everything– that’s more than it’s currently selling for used on e-bay. Basically, it’s totaled.

(this is the part where God steps in)

The guitar guy at Guitar center looks at Mike and looks at his guitar and says, “Hey, I have a friend who works for Martin. He is a professional repair guy. They pay him a butt-load of money, so he kind of does side jobs for people just to help them out. He’ll be here this Wednesday.” Mike says great. He asks how much the guy would charge him. Guitar guy says, “Uh…he usually charges about $25.” Twenty-five dollars. TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS.  And God comes through again.

Huh. How ’bout that?