Lights swirled around her as she stood, arms open wide, looking up into the sky. Fingers outreached she swirled round and round, making it look as if she were dancing with the light, laughing with joy overflowing. She felt fierce, she felt beautiful, she felt loved. These feelings swelled within her as she basked in the love of her heavenly Father, her King, her Savior, her Abba. No one in the whole wide world knew her better. He had formed her in her mothers womb. He had knit her together. He had put passions, hopes, and dreams in her heart. He had given her the little quirks that made her her, that made her different from all the others. He had chosen her to be His daughter. Joy and thankfulness drove her to her knees in worship of her King. Her King looked down on her, smiling at His daughter, and when she rose and danced in His glory, He danced with her. This has been an scene that has been in my head for a couple of days now. As I have thought about this image I have been moved ...
Just a girl, her love for her King, and her desire for others to hear of His love.