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In my book Beautiful in The Lord's Eyes A woman;s faith is tested. she is attacked and some friend s killed. She finds strength to go on, to make a new life for herself, and to forgive her attacker, even visiting him inn prison to witness to him. In my book, the attacker was a Muslim, but it was not written to condemn all Muslims, it was my way of expolring what I would like to say to a radical Muslim.Here is a sample: “We always thank God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, praying always for you, since we have heard of your faith in Christ Jesus and of the love which ye have to all the saints.” (Colossians 1:3-4) Nicole swirled around in the designer dress she as wearing, her long, blonde hair flowing with the rest of her body as she turned. The silky dress was floor length and flowing in bright yellows and pale greens. It had a dangerously low neckline, and a slit up the side. Personally, Nicole thought, she wouldn't be caught dead wearing it. Designed by a top fashion designer or not, this dress was ugly with a capital U. It seemed the designer was relying on showing skin instead of talent with a intent attempt to get a man's attention. She made a mental note to tell her manager not to accept any more assignments from this designer. Being able to choose assignments was one of the benefits to being one of the country’s top models. She gave the photographer a posed, fierce smile, with the light catching her high cheekbones, her blue eyes gleaming.“Great!” the photographer said sharply, “Go change and make it quick.”Without a word, Nicole changed into the next dress, an ugly blue sheath. Before the afternoon was over, she went through three more dresses. As she posed, she was hiding the boredom she felt. All she could think was: Home, tomorrow, I'll be home. Just one more runway show to go and she could hit the plane. She had her flight booked to leave a few hours after the show and arrive at home late the next day.Runways shows were hectic, fast and furious. She changed into outfit after outfit not caring who was there or who saw her, man or woman. She dressed, walked, and dressed again. There was no time for modesty, no time for a sip of water, and no time to breathe.She wanted to get out of the business, but kept that thought to herself remembering the old saying: be careful what you wish for.Following the show’s finale, she pulled on her usual jeans and white T-shirt. As things began to wind down and everyone made their plans for after the show she turned down offers from the other models and stylists crowded in the dressing area. The offers included drinks, parties, drugs, and even some offers just to go out for dinner.“You all know how much I want to get home,” she laughed, with her usual good nature. “So I'll skip the parties and dinner. Of course, I'll definitely skip the drinks and drugs. You know they're against my beliefs.”By that point, some male admirers had come in with their own sets of offers. She turned these down as well. She liked most of the women she worked with. Most of them were decent, hard-working, and intelligent. Of course, there were also the ones who used drugs or alcohol, and the ones who either used men, or let men use them. These types of women were found in every business.Nicole tried not to judge these women, it was not her place. Instead, she would try to find ways to offer advice or the word of God when she could, but she had to be very careful. It would take just one time of pushing too hard or offering a wrong word to send them running away from God instead of towards Him. It was hard to be a devout Christian in her line of work, but that's what she was determined to be. Although she was ready to get out of modeling, she also believed there was something remaining for her to do. She felt the time was coming, but it was not there yet.As she was gathering her things in a well-worn duffel bag, one of the younger models came over to her with tears in her eyes. The young girl was barely eighteen, exotic looking with golden skin and cat-like green eyes.“Nicole,” She asked quietly, “can I talk to you?”“Sure, Natalia. I can tell you're upset. What's the problem?” She took the girl's arm and led her to an out of the way sofa.“I'm pregnant!” If there was such a thing as a whispered wail, this was it. “I'll have to have an abortion, and I know you don't believe in them, but what can I do?”“First are you sure? Have you taken a test?” Nicole put her arms around the girl's shoulder.“I'm sure!” She sobbed, “I took the test.”“And is the father willing to be involved? Will he stand by you?” She reached over and grabbed some tissues.“I don't know if he will or not, but I don't want to trap him.” Natalia's sobs quieted without ceasing. “I have to abort it.”“Natalia, how would you feel if you gave someone very important to you a gift, one designed especially for them, and they refused it?” Nicole rubbed Natalia's shoulder.“I'd be hurt and angry.” Natalia managed to eke out an answer.“What if the gift you gave her was alive, a puppy or a kitten, and they didn't just refuse it, they killed it right in front of you?” She kept rubbing, her voice low and non-judgmental.“I'd be devastated.” Natalia looked up.“That's exactly what you want to do with a gift from God.” Nicole said quietly. “So why don't we look at some other options. You said the baby's father might be willing to help, so first, if I were you I'd find out what he's willing to do. Marriage? Child support? Would he want to be a part of this child's life? You need to talk to him, regardless of what he says.”Nicole rose and got some cold water for Natalia before continuing. “And your parents, would they help you?”“They'd be ashamed of me.” Natalia admitted.“But would they help you?” Nicole persisted.“Yes. I think they would.” Natalia gave a hint of a smile.“So step two is talking to your parents.” Nicole sat down again and stroked the young woman's hair. “And the next thing is to find a way to earn a living for when you stop modeling. Do you have any skills or education?”“I have a few semesters of college.” Natalia said. “I was studying Medical Transcription. I even had good grades.”“Do you see all the options you have?” Nicole asked. “Now my next question, are you a Christian?”“Not really, I have been to church but I never joined.” Natalia looked at Nicole, “Does it really matter?”“More than anything, ever.” Nicole looked her in the eye and said, “If you’ve been attending church for any length of time you have heard how Jesus came to earth to save sinners, and that he died, was buried and rose again on the third day for us. He offers salvation as a free gift to those who will simply ask him for it. He paid for our sins if we accept him. Do you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?”“Well, yes.” Natalia murmured.“Will you come to church with me when you get back to Southern California?” Nicole smiled.“Yes.” Natalia’s face expressed a genuine smile.Nicole took the girl's hand and said a short prayer for her.“Are you all right for now? I have to either catch my plane or change my reservation.” Nicole stood up. “Call me anytime, okay Sweetie? If you don't get back home soon, find a pastor here and talk to him.” She hugged Natalia. long floor-length wears for girls