The good Lord always works things out right from the start, only to be undone by our own lack of faith.
Years ago, my wife gave me a nice Telecaster guitar for Fathers Day. She purchased it, in surprise to me, sight unseen from an unknown vendor on the web. A recipe for disaster, right?
If you’re a musician you know instruments are a personal thing. Not only do we like different things, no two instruments are exactly alike. Variations in wood and other stuff make each one a little different from the next.
Players talk about guitars that “speak to them”. Some do and some don’t. One guy’s grail is another guy’s dreck. There’s no rhyme or reason to it. You just gotta play ’em to know which ones are right for you.
Anyway, I was GASing for a Telecaster but, since the Tele “thing” isn’t really my thing, I wasn’t willing to buy a pro-level instrument. I was only gonna fool around with it at home so it didn’t make sense to drop big coin on one. Later, in the forums, guys were raving about a cheap Chinese import proving to be fantastic value for money. Of course I was intrigued.
At the time, it happened that no one had this model in stock, including the big-box catalog stores. It was only a cheap, off-brand, it shouldn’t have been like that, but it was.
Sufficiently challenged, my lovely wife embarked on an internet adventure to get one of these guitars. In the end, she found a vendor in Podunk and took a shot.
You would think the experience might have been a nightmare but everything, from the vendor, to my surprise and especially to the guitar itself were simply outstanding.
Big thumbs-up to the little woman!
Still, since it was more a gimmick to me, I played it a bit and put it away, hardly giving it another thought.
Move up to today. I’ve recently discovered a passion for Telecaster-style guitar playing and have been looking and trying out lots of Telecasters, even travelling to check them out. I knew I had the one my wife bought, but it was a cheap one. My vanity was working in the background believing a cheap one was beneath me. I had to have a good one, don’t you know.
So, after trying out a dozen, some expensive, I have come to the inescapable conclusion that my cheap, off-brand Tele, a gift from my wife, exceeded all of my wildest expectations and is, by far, the best playing, best sounding Telecaster guitar I could ever want. At least, so far.
All these years it’s been closeted away, enjoying none of my attentions. ‘Til now. Truly, a gift from God. His perfection is awesome.
He knew I wanted one and, though I didn’t recognize the gift, gave me the best. He works in mysterious ways. Thank you, Lord. I hope to play it in remembrance of you for all the rest of my days.