For my birthday they bought me a book that has changed my life. The book being 'Jesus Freaks dc Talk and The Voice of the Martyrs' I never did have time to sit down and read the book, while I was in America.
The next scene happened when I flew back home. Please allow me set the scene. There I was, walking onto the plane with the darkest make-up on, chains galore hanging off my pants and my smiley calvin kleins seeing the day light. With spikes galore coming from my lip, wrist and neck choker, I got many strange looks.
I sat in front of two ladies that realy didn't appreciate the way I looked and sat next to a girl that seemed more than a little nervous. A guy sat at the other side of me, well....he obviously didn't appreciate guys wearing make-up (mmmm I wonder if he wanted to borrow my mascara). Well I set off on the plane, we reached our altitude and I was told that I could breathe and stop screaming (LOL). So I opened the book and started on page 1 (What a good place to start, huh?) reading all the forwards and all, I got to page 17, and it reads:
More than a tear came from my eye, my make up was washed off by the tears. As I cried the Holy Spirit moved, He first went to the ladies behind me and I heard them saying nice things about me, the guy at the side of me, he looked at my tears and at me trying to disguise that I was crying. I looked at him, he looked back and smiled and the lady at my side, well who knows what happened to her, she started to talk to me.... and I told her why I was crying.
When we landed in England I didn't see her at the airport, but just perhaps I see her when I get home, because that is where my heart is!
