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.