God sent me an angel.

She doesn't usually speak. She writes in a little notebook when she wants to tell me something. Sometimes I don't really understand what she's trying to say. Because she gets her spelling of words wrong.

Yesterday, she told me she was happy to be in my school and that she found her talent. She's told me this at least 5 times. She's been in the guitar club for a year now. And she says she can play very well. Every time, I'd tell her I'm happy for her. I never really believed her. How can someone with very little hand eye coordination, who is awkward, who doesn't speak and has difficulty with social communication, be good at an instrument she never play in her life until a year ago for CCA?

Yesterday, I asked her, why don't you play me a song? She wrote down slowly that she didn't have her guitar, it was in the class. She is only allowed to play it after school. That's ok, if I'm still in my room, come and play a song for me after school.

I wasn't expecting it. Only when she knocked on my door did I remember that I had extended the invitation to her.

So she took out her guitar, and asked me to sit next to her. She wrote that I should see which F chord I didn't know how to play. I told her this weeks ago. She showed me some finger positions, but I told her, I didn't know any of them.

She started playing a song for me. Nervously at first. But then she played another. And another. And another. All without lyrics, just repeated chords. Some strumming, some plucking. All unknown songs, because so many songs have the same chord progression right?

Then she looked at me in-between a song, and she started to play a familiar tune.

In my heart, the words came to life.

Bless the Lord, O my soul. O my soul. Worship His Holy name. Sing like never before, O my soul. I'll worship Your Holy name.

At that moment, I knew she was a God-send. My angel. This girl, so small, used by God, in such a mighty way.

She doesn't speak, but at that moment, she sang through her music, about a wonderful God who never forgets His children. About a God who provides, in the most unexpected ways.