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.