There she was. Almost larger than life, her eyes staring into mine, glistening like diamonds. I had never seen eyes glisten before, not truly. Not like they do when a writer sits down and informs the audience that (insert femme fatale)’s eyes were glistening. Truly, they were like little waterfalls of mist and light and depth of which glistening only began to describe. The environment seemed pale in comparison to her, almost like a dark background when the subject is too bright for the camera to capture. She wasn’t too bright, no, certainly not something upon which one’s eyes had to be averted. No, she commanded absolute attention, for there was truly nothing better to look at.

She moved and talked and danced and laughed with such ease. A lightened soul free of earthly encumbrance and unfazed by the scum around it. And yet she was so free because she had once been in chains. She knew what it was like to look up at the light and wonder when her savior would come. Now, she is the light, a source of radiance that reflects who she is inside and casts it around the room in rainbows of color.

She was different. You could see it in her the minute she walked into the place. There was something about this girl that caught attention. And whenever she opened her mouth to speak, it was like the words that came forth came not just from her but from an incredible inner spirit so much deeper and so much more boundless than an earthly body could ever contain. She was like bottled fire. Encaptured rain. Energy and passion resides inside her, curled up like a napping lioness, but ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

She was God’s creation. She represented what the poets of old dedicated their lives attempting to describe. She was the embodiment of feminine beauty, innocence, passion, vulnerability, strength, and love. She was all that could ever be hoped for, and all that could ever be seen.

I knew in that moment that she was something special. Something worth time and energy and friendship and love. That she was something set apart as holy just as the church is to Christ. She was God’s beloved child.

And I knew that to learn more of her would be a noble goal indeed.

And so I shall.