She waited. Patiently. Fervently praying that God would guide her every move, direct her steps in such a way that would bring glory to the maker of the heavens and the earth. In all she did, her aim way to honor Him, the one she loved, the one worth waiting for.
He was perfect. Full of radiant life and love, He embodied the humbleness of a man who would find himself dead on a cross, only to be raised three days later - to silence all our unbelief, to wash away all our sins.
She found herself at His feet, the only place she felt she belonged. Where else could she go? No one would understand. No one knew her heart's desires like He did. No one treated her with such passion and grace. He made her feel worthy, beautiful, loved.
The love of Christ compelled her to extend grace, to spread joy and love to everyone she came into contact with. It was not easy. At times it seemed impossible. But she knew this is what she was called to do. This was her purpose.
