She is wild and vibrant. Her hair hangs long and blows across her face. She never notices, doesn't stop - she knows her destination and she runs, hungry to achieve her goals. She is alive, she is mighty, she is not broken, beaten, rejected, or anguished.
She knows her identity. She knows where she is going.
This makes her strong. This gives her purpose.
Often this hangs like an illusion, clouding our reality. We feel the churning in our depths, the longing of our soul to be free. Fear, doubt, and shame hold us in darkness and whisper that we are not worthy. We will never be what we long to be. We hold tight to our robes of striving, trying to walk through the mire of pain. Each step forward is two back, each setback a nail that keeps us living out of never enough.
I can feel the struggle. I have been there. The desperate longing to be who I see in my mind, the free girl that has lost herself in the pursuit of womanhood.
I want to give her the room to breathe, the space to be. I want her to live outside of the expectations and demands of those who crowd her life.
She stumbles through living, wondering how she can be all she was meant to be.
Until her creator, the mighty King, descends upon her day. Fills up her search with gentle love and whispers soft into her burning ears "You are exactly right. You were not a mistake or a disappointment. Your value is so great that there is no one else in the world just like you. I never compare between my creation, because I have never destined any two the same. I have purposed, planned, and delight in you. There is nothing you must do, it is enough for me to simply watch you. I love the way you look and hunger, I love the way you move and breathe. I love your discovery. I can see before and I can see after. You will not miss or break this life. You will live and live well. You are mine. You are a ripple, an effect that will be felt longer than you know. Rest and enjoy today. You are who I made you to be. And, child, I love who you are."
Words that fall like water on a thirsty heart, soak deep into the depths of a grasping soul. Only to soothe the longing. Calm the fear. Quiet the storm.
And she moves, like only she can in the delight of her master.
She dances, with her hips swaying, her arms held high.
It is not for another, for the delight of those observing. It is for the captive audience of one. And he has already given all of his love. As she says yes to him, as she believes the truth of his words. She becomes the strength, the valiant, the perfect reflection of the image she was created to emulate.
Here, she is, wild and free.
Watch as she goes confidently forward.