For other arts, she also nurtured admiration. She loved in her heart music and the power it held over emotion and spirit. And she would work with her own hands to sketch and to paint and to correct and to create. In addition, the stories of times past and cultures distant enraptured her fascination. One of her deepest passions was the stage, where she would take on a character as if an article of clothing, and live and breathe in another's skin. But these, these were nothing to the true heart of her soul. She found for herself a motley band of what can only be called friends--though some of whom were, truth be told, far more than that to her. They changed her being and resided in her heart. And so she lived, and loved, and dreamt. She dreamt of adventure and beauty and song and story and love and laughter. But far beyond anything else, did she strive with love toward her God. For this was her own great quest, or, if you will, her part in His own great story: to love those in the world, as He had loved her, when she had not loved Him--indeed, when she had turned from Him, hid from Him, rejected Him and ignored Him--He loved her enough to die for her. And so, because of this great love that now burned like a fire inside of her, a blazing beacon, she strove for a life lived in a beautiful harmony to Him who gave her a second chance. As she grew, she became confused, and doubting, and weak, and afraid, and unclean, and she would forget, and go to the world that was pressing at her to give in, in an attempt to satisfy her emptiness, though it would always leave her wanting. But always she would return, and be whole and filled again, made complete and beautiful in her soul. Storms would come and battles would rise; she would be tried and tested in many ways, and even so the story continues, but know ye this--He held her and led her all her days, and in the end, He would bring her to His own happily ever after.