I need to tell you about something amazing that happened this year. I’ve put it off for far too long. But first, a little background. As you may or may not know, my guitar broke when I was in Turkey back in November. That was all around a time when things were really tough on me and you can read about it here.
So there I was, guitarless and it just felt wrong. Its like another arm or something and it was tough to have it gone. Luckily my teammate Grant has a guitar so I got to play his, but it just wasn’t the same as having mine (its hard to explain, but my fellow musicians will probably understand). I didn’t play Grant’s very often cause I felt bad to borrow it, even though he said it was no problem. When my guitar broke I just figured it meant I wasn’t supposed to have one for this leg of the journey and if God wanted me to have one, he’d supply one.
I’ve heard tons of stories about people praying for a guitar and then getting one. I always thought that would be amazing but I’ve never been in a position for that to happen. There has been a guitar in my home ever since I was born and I’ve never needed one. Even now I didn’t really need one, I could always borrow if I was asked to lead worship, but I still would have loved to have one to call my own and be responsible for (although, it was nice to not have to lug it around all across the world).
So I began to pray. Lord, if you want me to have a guitar, please bring one to me. Could you bring me a guitar? Sometimes I’d wonder how it would happen and if in this country or the next, God would provide this miracle. I couldn’t even imagine how it would happen. But I began to believe that he really would do this. Not because I deserved it, but because he’s a God of a abundance and because he’s a good Father who loves his children and gives good gifts to them.
I had my birthday in Kenya back in March. It was amazing. I began my morning writing in my journal when the Green Power Ranger charged his way into my room. He had come to recruit me into his superhero league and then we ran across the yard battling invisible bad guys all the way to the kitchen house where fruit juice, strawberries and breakfast pizzas were waiting. It was epic. I loved it.
My friend
Daina handed me a present of a few things. Among them was a yellow coupon that said “Good For 1 Free Gift!” On the back were the qualifications to redeem it. “Cannot be American, must be Canadian, 22 years of age and must have had an exceptionally great birthday in Eldoret, Kenya…etc” Basically it was so detailed that it could only be for me. It also said “Payment is necessary, just not by you.” That really threw me for a loop. What could it be?
To be continued…
