A handful of years ago, I met her in Portugal. She told me her whole story through a collection of songs she’d written through her earlier years. I was at my desk. She sat on my bed, guitar in hand. About four months ago, here in Pasadena, I found her again in the middle of a half-written song. She was in my desk chair, I was on my bed. And I smiled to myself.
I just sat with her on a hammock and it felt oh so nice.
The Lord has given this beautiful one something special. And we love her so!