Two years ago, while I was still on training in being a missionary. We as a team, visits a Manobo village not far from us to teach kids about God.
While, walking I remembered how I had a guitar when I was in highschool. How good I was playing it and how I wanted to have my own guitar once again and so I look up as if imagining God is beside me and said a simple prayer.
"How about a guitar God?" I said
Yes that was my prayer. Three days passed by unknowing that the answer to my prayer is coming.
My sister with my pastor arrived and I, with two of my friend and staff are about to meet them at the road to show them our place. I quickly noticed the guitar case beside my sister and my eyes got glued on it.
"Carry your guitar brother" my sister told me and I was schocked. Did he just say it's mine?
"Who gave it? Mom?" I asked her
"No, it's your kuya ****** who gave it to you" she cleared
Now, the person who gave me the guitar really loves that guitar. He wouldn't even let me borrow his guitar during the time when I stayed in Antipolo and now he is giving me his guitar? And if in case he really decided to give his guitar to some one then why me? I know a lot of people envies his guitar in Antipolo but how come did he thought of me?
That I don't know but I am pretty sure that it was God who told him to give his guitar to me.
God works in mysterious ways and I couldn't stop celebrating during this time of my life when I first experienced God answering my prayer for a tangible thing.
