Wild Woman

She is a forager 
She valiantly raids her territory for food and provision and will let nothing stop her until she finds what she needs to survive.  Her hands and feet are dusty; she wears softened, tattered clothes; and her hair is a savage mess.  Despite such motley appearance, she stands strikingly beautiful and silently aware of the Truth that has captured her.

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She is a conquerer 
There are no brambles too thick, no paths too long, no streams too wide to keep her from her mission.  She meets every foe with unbridled determination and untold strength.  She greets every fierce wind with tenacious expectation.   When she falls, she rises again. 
She does whatever it takes to hail victory. 

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She is a wild woman 
There is a captivating mixture of persistence and fire in her eyes.  Her days are whirlwinds, brimming over with a head-thumping cacophony of must-do's.  Her heart empties and fills a thousand times in a day.  She finds rest in the sacredness of a moment with her child or in a melody of praise to her Savior.  She drinks deeply.  She is alive.  She feels.  And she is not ashamed.

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Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls;
All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me.
Psalm 42:7