I keep imagining a little girl - free and unfettered, like the birds of the air - running barefoot across the prairie grasses, hair blowing in the wind, naked as the day she was born, yet clothed in light - not giving one thought to herself… fear cannot touch her because she knows she is in her Father’s House. Shame cannot touch her because she cares nothing for herself apart from being her Father’s. Vanity cannot touch her because her value comes only from her Father and He loves her perfectly and she knows this Truth, lives in this truth. She is complete in Him.