I'm Mackenzie, and I'm 12 now. When my flute was missing, I felt real sad, almost scared, about what could have happened to it. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to be in the band anymore because I didn't have an instrument.
At first, when I got the old loaner, I thought, Yea, I got a new flute! But then, I couldn't really play it. And it wasn't new and shiny. I was disappointed. Then, after my mom and I made up the story about the old loaner flute, I felt as if this flute was a symbol of something grand and marvelous. But I still couldn't play it.
The day the band director worked with us individually, before it was my turn, I started to pray. I silently sang hymns, and prayed with psalms I knew from the Bible. I realized that as God's child I had to be able to play the music He created.
