When you go on the race there are certain things that you have to set aside. For me one of those things was my guitar. I quickly realized that if I could have brought one thing on the race that I didn’t, it would have been my guitar. A month into the race I had my mind made up, I was going to buy a guitar. I began to search every music store I saw, and none of the guitars seemed quite right and not worth the money.
I kept feeling like God was telling me not to buy one, that He had one for me.
So I decided to do something crazy after a couple months of aimless searching…
I began to pray that God would bring me a guitar.
I began to pray that God would bring me a guitar.
We entered into month 5 Debrief and God did some crazy work in me. I was so pumped about my new revelations from the Lord that I totally forgot about a guitar, or ever asking for one. Jake Morris (fellow world racer about to leave the field) pulls me aside on the last day of debrief. “Hey man, we have been praying and God wants you to have a guitar.” How did he know that? At that point I was not asking questions, I was all ears. He goes on to explain the journey that this guitar has been on the past year. This was one of those moments where you forget to breathe.
It felt a lot like Christmas day, except way better, because this time the gift was from God. So now here I sit with a guitar, a sweet one too. We have been able to worship the Lord with it most days since.
God answers small prayers.
