Hi Sharon H.
I would love to jam with you.
Sharon Gill also has a Q Chord and she is on this list. <smile>
We could all jam together with everyone on this
list who plays a musical instrument.
I think Jackie Shepherd wants to get back on this list, Phil.
Jackie and Bill are living here in De Smet now. <smile>
Thanks much.
Many Blessings,
Lovings,
Pat Ferguson
"I can Do all Things Through Christ Who Strengthens Me" Philippians 4:13.
The only thing I don't like about the Q Chord is
it comes up with the rhythm section on, and I don't always want that.
There is no way to program your settings, or upgrrade the Q Chord, either.
At 12:11 AM 11/3/2016, you wrote:
>Well Pat, I wish I could jam with you,
>especially because I also have a Q-chord. Too
>bad we don't live next door. When I get to
>Heaven, I wanna jam with you and anyone else,
>including the Gaither Vocal Band and whoever
>else was part of the home-coming series. They seemed so jolly.
>
>
>Sharon H.
>
> > On Nov 2, 2016, at 9:43 AM, Pat Ferguson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > Hi Phil,
> >
> > Praise The lord!
> >
> > I love the sound of Guitars.
> >
> > I use to play the guitar just a tiny bit years ago in the 60's.
> >
> > Now, i have a QChord.
> >
> > I use to have an Autoharp, as well. I loved it.
> >
> >
> > Thanks much.
> >
> > Many Blessings,
> >
> > Pat Ferguson
> > "I can Do all Things Through Christ Who Strengthens Me" Philippians 4:13.
> >
> > At 06:46 PM 10/28/2016, you wrote:
> >> More than a dozen years ago, a very close
> friend of mine, who is on this list, came over
> to see me with her husband. She said she had
> something for me. My office for my prayer
> ministry had just been refinished and a large
> wooden desk was clear of computers and chairs
> which had not ben brought into the office space
> as of yet. They laid something heavy on the
> desk and as soon as I touched it, I knew what
> it was. Vicki had given me a new 12 string
> guitar which I had been asking God for. It had
> the nicest sounds I had ever heard for a guitar
> and for years I played it for personal enjoyment.
> >>
> >> Back in late 208 and early 2009, I began
> losing feeling in my hands and legs; then
> things got worse. By the time I had the
> operation on my neck, with vertebra C4 and C5
> being fused with a tiny plate made of titanium,
> and a crumbling disk rebuilt with the addition
> of bone material, I was unable to do much,
> including taking a shower, for several
> weeks. I well remember, a few weeks went
> by, when taking my first shower alone without
> sitting on a plastic chair and having my young
> son, Everett, there to keep me from
> falling. It felt like heaven. That warm hot
> water on all those sore and aching muscles,
> especially and shoulders and neck, was out of this world.
> >>
> >> Eventually, my hands returned to about 90
> percent of normal and I began taking the guitar
> out on the deck swing to play during the
> evenings. As the years passed, my hands seemed
> to weaken slightly year by year. I am typing
> this, for example, but probably not much more
> than 30 to 35 words per minute. My top typing
> speed at the school for the blind, when I was
> 13 years old, and typing on an old IBM manual
> typewriter, was 95 and 2 mistakes. My
> every-day typing used to run about 70 words per
> minute. I never recovered that speed
> again. Some times during the day, my hands
> weaken to the point I cannot tear open a back
> of chips or open my pocket knife to use one of
> the blades. There are times that are better,
> like right now, and I can type right along just
> find. This is also why I use a 175 dollar
> keyboard that is so wonderful to type
> on. Anyhow, here now is a story of how God answered three prayers at one time.
> >>
> >> I called and asked my son a year ago, he
> lives in Charolette North Carolina, and asked
> him if he still played the guitar. He said,
> yes, but that he just had that small less
> expensive one I had given him when he was a
> teenager. I asked him if he would like my 12
> string that Vicki and John gave me. He’s had
> been home a couple of times and played and he
> loved that 12 string. Well, one thing and
> another, it never got shipped to him because it
> would cost 150 dollars to ship UPS.
> >>
> >> This week, I was talking to my younger
> sister, Ruth, and she and her husband are
> retired but they have an online business of
> buy, sell, and trading old records and
> CDs. She ships and mails things almost daily
> and she had a guitar shipping box that fit the
> guitar and it’s luggage type case,
> perfectly. She even paid the 100 dollars to
> ship it right away since Trent was celebrating
> his 40th birthday. Yes, I’m getting up there in years.
> >>
> >> It was shipped on a Monday and the shipping
> arrival time was as early as Thursday but as
> late as the next Monday. We didn’t insure
> it. I know. Not wise but it happened before I
> knew it so there was nothing I could have done about it.
> >>
> >> Thursday of last week, I was walking through
> my office to the kitchen. I suddenly felt
> myself forming the words of prayer in my
> thoughts saying, “Lord, I don’t want any
> damage to come to that guitar and I want it to
> come today.” Immediately, another voice,
> using impressed images to form words, said,
> “Why don’t you ask me for something even
> harder?” I said, "Like what, Lord?” I saw
> the thoughts, or impressions of my mind on the
> guitar strings and instantly said, “Ok,
> Lord. I’ll take you up on that idea. I want
> there to be no damage, and delivery today, and
> I want the strings to keep their tune.” I
> smiled to myself because for a 12 string, I
> knew that would be impossible. You always have
> to work at keeping a 12 string tuned because
> just temperature change in a room can detune
> the instrument within minutes. So, shipping it
> through several states, multiple climates, hot
> and cold, high and low humidity, 30 to over 90
> degrees, would indeed be a miracle for a 12
> string guitar to keep its tune; it just
> wasn’t going to happen. It was God’s idea,
> on the other hand, so why not go for it. I did
> and I also believed, since it was the voice of
> the Lord. Most of you have jumped ahead of me
> and already guessed the ending but let me
> suggest you finish reading so you don’t miss a miracle of God some day.
> >>
> >> Thursday, the day I asked God to deliver the
> guitar to my son, Trent sent a text message to
> Sandy and I and thanked us for the guitar. He
> was, he said, looking forward to playing it and had always liked it.
> >>
> >> I wrote back and said, “Was in damaged or dinged up in any way?”
> >>
> >> He wrote back and said, “No, it was in
> perfect condition. Something odd, though, he
> said, was that the guitar kept it’s tune and
> so he did not even have to tune it yet. I
> haven’t told him what you are reading now but I’ll send him a copy.
> >>
> >> So back up a little with me. I was telling
> this story to my sister and she said,
> “Philip, this is really strange. Steven,”
> that’s Ruth’s husband, “took your guitar
> out of the case to strum and play it for awhile
> before I boxed it up and he commented on how
> beautiful it’s tone was. Ruth said she was
> doing some other things in their house as he
> played the guitar and the music filled the
> house and she said it was a pleasant sound
> through our home.’ “Then,” she said,
> “Steven said. This is weird. This thing is
> perfectly tuned. Did your brother tune it up
> before you picked it up at his house?” Ruth
> didn’t know but Steve thought it was
> strange. Ruth asked me when I last tuned it
> and I said, “A year ago last summer.” Now
> that I think about it, it was probably about
> the time I decided to give it to my son.
> >>
> >> This is just as much a miracle to me as when
> the Lord told me to pray that Sandy would have
> no pain when they removed the tumor in one breast, and so it was.
> >>
> >> Phil.
> >> If it is fear, it isn’t God and if it is God, it isn’t fear.
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