His daughter was a dancer. Not the kind that makes a career of it but the kind that loves to dance in the sun. She would put her music on and when no one else was around she'd glide through the air. He had always protected her so when she danced she felt free. She was a dreamer. When she danced, it was always an adventure. Anyone else would think she was just a sugar filled child but she dreamed of the places she would go, it was exciting and mysterious. She danced in the evening, before the sunset and when she turned toward the red hues on the horizon she would turn her chin up and her wrists out to catch a few warm rays before passing into the shadows. The cool wind on her face made her feel like she was flying. She realized that her Father lived in her.

She grew and when it was time He sent her out. She wants to please her father, and in everything she does, He is pleased. She wants to be loved, but more than that, more than anything, she wants to love. Not just to comfort another with a warm embrace, but to change lives with the wisdom her Father has given her. In the night she looks up at the diamonds in the sky and smiles because she knows the one who created them. She remembers how her Father loves her; Everyday that same love is poured out on everyone around her.

Someday she'll hold the weary, the broken, the unloved and the despised. Like rays of a new sun in the quiet of the morning, her arms will bring new life. Those who are weak will be made strong. The poor in spirit will be renewed. The unclean will be cleansed. Even those who have fallen will rise again. She does not understand how but she will have faith that by His power all these things will be done. Someday, as she rocks in a chair far away, with a child in her arms, the sun will set again and she'll turn her face to the amazing array of oranges, pinks, yellows and reds. Then, as a fresh breeze passes by, she'll praise her Father, knowing that this is her dance.