A sweet busker delivers a beautiful, smooth ‘My Girl’ cover that will leave you smiling. It was just an ordinary afternoon in Dublin. One of those golden, slow-moving days where the cobblestones seem to hum with old stories, and the sky holds the kind of light that makes everything look a little more like heaven.

You were out for nothing in particular—just breathing in the city, wandering through windows full of books, vintage dresses, and tucked-away bakeries. A sip here, a nibble there. The kind of day you tuck away in your heart like a secret prayer. And then you heard it.

The first few notes of a familiar tune curled into the air, warm and full like honey melting in sunshine of ‘My Girl,’ by The Temptations. It’s an old favorite song that carries timeless moments in its chords, the kind of classic that sneaks into your soul and stirs up memories like wind through tall grass. There she was—Vicka.

A young woman, guitar in hand, eyes dancing, a smile blooming wide as she tapped her foot and strummed the first bars. She didn’t just play—she became the music, so sweet and smooth. Her joy of playing lit up the street. And just as she sang that first sweet line, she smiled and rocked her guitar—right there on the sidewalk—as if every note had been written just for her to sing in that very moment. You stopped. Because how could you not?

That melody—oh, it pulled you back, to porches in the heat of July with bare feet propped on painted rails. To moments of swirling hand in hand with your sweetheart, laughing between lyrics. To long summer drives with the windows down and the radio up, the song echoing across endless stretches of road and time.

And maybe for a second, your eyes welled up. Not with sadness, but with something deeper. That ache that comes when your heart recognizes joy. The sacred kind. The kind that says, You’ve lived. You’ve loved. And you’re still here to remember. That’s the blessed gift of music.

It has the power to lift us up and gently carry us back to the sweetest chapters of our story. To make our hearts dance all over again. In the middle of an ordinary afternoon in Dublin—or wherever you might be.

So if you were lucky enough to hear Vicka today, singing like the streets were a stage built just for her, we hope it wrapped you in a melody of memories. We hope it reminded you of love, laughter, and the simple joy of being fully present in one beautiful moment. Isn’t it sweet?

Zephaniah 3:17  “The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in His love He will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.”