The journey begins
Flight BA to London 4 September 2011…
When you remove the bones from the meat, the meat is an unblemished feast.
The bones: Mistaken identity: Mrs. Glenda Harper (that’s me) booked in at Durban airport as Mrs. Glenda Harvey. Because murder is against the law; and that was the only way to make Mrs. Harvey go way, that window seat had to fly vacant to London while the real Mrs. Harper stood up and was counted for an isle seat.
(I could bore you to death with all the red tape around Mrs. Harvey and my ex husband running in to the ladies toilet to call Kim and me urgently as my name was called over the intercom. Then the long queue opening like the red sea to let Kim and me through to our seats, like royalty…….)
The Meat: Late night. Lights dimmed. I put my ear plugs from my iPod in to my ears and press play as an instruction to my prerecorded praise and worship songs to proceed. The music pass through my ears in to my heart and rest in my spirit.
Then: I see our airplane from the outside, breaking through the darkness of Africa. One small light flicking its presence. The praises light up a spiritual embodiment that soak up the praises from the inside of the plane and wring it out over Africa below and over the occupants inside, illuminating them with blessings of salvation.
My praises being brought from this high position, and my daughters blonde head resting in sleep on my lap, make my cheeks wet as I look upon God. I am at home. He knows that I know that I am blessed. I hear the crinkling of paper. Gifts to open, one after the other.“Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him, and will dine with him, and he with Me.” (Revelations 3:20)