She is flawed and she is fierce. She is beautiful and she is a spitfire.
She is loving and she is very well loved.
She doesn't seem to ever feel like she is too much.
She isn't scared of the places where she is not enough.
She uses her hands when she talks and she hides her face when she feels ashamed.
She lets herself be moved and shifted but she is also unmoveable when she perceives she is right.
She is absolutely wild and most definitely free.
She inspires me and convicts me and everything that is Christlike in me rises up and wants to protect her and send her out in joy and peace, all at once.
She has raised the stakes for me.
She is my daughter.
She is His Glory.