Being a woman of noble character, I am somehow longing to be.
Desiring to look just like her.
Her, whom beauty and grace adorn like a crown about her head.
Not surely knowing where she has been or what her Lord has brought her out of.
Not truly knowing what a great captive she had been.
Oh, but now the grace of her Lord has bound her immensely.
Saturated in His love and mercy, she steps into each day with a sure knowing that He is with her.
In everything...
through everything....
there is a grace that flows so richly from the throne room of her God.
Just for her.
" In her chamber, the royal daughter is all glorious, her clothing embroidered with gold."
Psalm 45:13
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