Her past was beyond repair, if there was any good thing there to salvage I knew not now. But God showed me she had her future. And it was vast, unbroken, pristine, radiant.
It was pure promise: a Glory that would be revealed in her, a Glory that outweighed her present troubles, the Glory of the One who was coming to redeem her and transform her.
Her past was a tragedy to lament, but her future was an epic to anticipate, which is simply to say:
What will happen matters more than what has happened.
“hers” – her smile, her face, her teeth, her eyes, her nose, her posture, her fingers and her so many others – never leave my heart!