She could feel it. The warmth had kissed her lips and skin with a fresh burst of energy. Rock by rock. Tree by tree. She could feel her heart begin to boil over in her chest. She was more than excited. The anticipation was ruining her.
She could now see the apex of the mountain. Resting against a tree she looked back and smiled. The thought of escaping had brought joy to her heart. She was finally free. She looked up, now as the sky began to bleed through with the most clear and beautiful blue, and whispered into the cool air "Thank you".
She had come to realize, more than ever, that she was loved.
As she reached the top, she sat down on a rather comfortable warm boulder. Tears began to gather at the base of her eyes. It wasn't fear. It wasn't doubt. It wasn't even hurt. These tears were the product of love. Agape Love. Her Father, looking down on her, has been faithful. She knew... in that moment... that she was TREASURED.