Her hair glistens and flows upon the wind as she moves. A garland sits upon her head; its simple form a grateful reminder of a past left behind and a future she lives for. Her gaze is strong and sure, blues eyes pierce the horizon, unwavering in their searching for the prize. Clothed in white, sheer and silken, the layers balloon behind her gazelle like legs, twisting and turning in her wake as she is spurred forward by her purpose. Speed is her skill, strength her energy, victory her confidence. She is adorned with beauty. The sun carries her in its bright yellow beams and the landscape pails in comparison as she passes by. Her vibrancy halts creation.
Her feet feel light, barely they touching the uneven ground. As it rises up to meet her, she does not flinch. Little impact does the terrain have on her journey. Her feet sparkle as if adorned with golden glitter and every blade of grass parts. The wind blasts from the east, yet she is not moved one inch from her course. The waters rapidly rise as she reaches the stream. She steps upon each stone with certainty, not fearing the torrents that swirl around her thighs. The forest arises before her; into the distance it stretches, beyond the horizon, dark and formidable. She stops. She waits. She knows the path; He has whispered the way and it is lit with promise. She is not alone. He guides her.
Heart full and head strong. Her heartbeat pounds in her ears like a victory drum as she navigates beyond the tall dark trees. She draws nearer now. She has been formed, strengthened, and honed in the journey. She is not the woman she once was. She spies the clearing ahead and a smile breaks forth.
She proclaims peace. The war is won. The threat is done. She brings The Presence that she has carried with her from the start. The Presence that creates all peace, true peace, lasting peace; despite wind, fire, flood or death.
She proclaims good tidings. Come all. Bad news is turned to good. No man’s report can stand against the Kings report. No man’s lies can stand against the King’s truth. She dances with joy, and dispenses beauty that refutes the ugly.
She proclaims salvation. The oppressed are free. Bondage is broken. Life has been won. For love made a way. You are called by name. Worthy, pure, whole, redeemed, justified, free.
She proclaims the King. She stops only to proclaim the King.
She is the messenger.
She is beautiful.
She is you.