story of hope
This is a blog posting I found on our myspace from July of 08… thought it would be cool to share it with everyone …
A reminder of God’s perfect plan and goodness fell upon me a few nights ago as I was winding down from a performance in birmingham, alabama. We had just got through playing an hour set to about 100 people. I spoke about “She Dances” and our cause for human trafficking and freedom. It was one of those nights…I was tired, we didn’t sell any “She Dances” t-shirts, and I felt as if my words didn’t grab a single heart. As I was rolling a cable I heard a soft voice say “Jeremy”. I turned around and before me was a eighteen year old girl with a rock n roll haircut and a hopeful smile. She handed me a check for $50 and said “this is for the she dances mission.” I was more than grateful and surprised that this young girl would give this amount of money to “She Dances”. As I thanked her and began to tell her what this money meant to our organization she began to tell me her story of hope and freedom. Ten months prior to this night our band had played at this same venue. She was in the crowd and heard me talk about “She Dances” and every girls right to freedom. For a year before that night she had been making herself throw-up and cutting her wrists. She told me there was no hope in her life, and she just wanted to feel any kind of pain besides what she was already feeling. I sensed the freedom in her voice as she continued by telling me that when she heard about “She Dances” and our mission she realized God’s purpose for her life which was freedom. In her exact words…” I realized that girls all over the world were being forced into slavery and had no choice of what happens to their bodies. But I do have a choice and I was choosing to harm my body.” She told me she gave everything to God on that night and has been free from cutting ever since. She’s now a leader in her youthgroup and sharing her story of freedom to others who are going through the same circumstances. Amazed at God’s perfect love..once again…I walked away with a poem of praise on my heart.