He watches over her by night, by day. She is His child, and He, her Father. He sees her broken figure bruised and scarred--the huddled mass looking for darkness, but aching desperately for light. He sees each tear that streams down her face. He calls her attackers by name. Each demon, He rebukes back to the pit. He picks her up, and dusts her off. He brushes away her tears with His loving hand and soothes all her fears with His gentle voice. He bathes her in forgiveness... He clothes her in virtue... He feeds her with the Bread of Life, and eliminates her thirst with Living Water from the Well. She rests peacefully in His healing arms of tranquility.
She is bypassed by hundreds of people everyday. On the outward, she is perceived as a normal woman, but on the inward, she is a warrior for her King, dancing in freedom. Everyone can plainly see the love, joy, and peace that constantly is lavished upon her.