By Elsa 
In the days of the people’s glory—the days of the famous and the followed, a young woman took her place in a room of the highly esteemed. She sat among celebrities and the great names of her time—personalities praised and adored by the world.
She, too, was to be celebrated. Through her luxury fashion brand, among other achievements, she had risen to great prominence.
That night she wore confidence in her exquisite emerald gown. Radiant diamonds dangled from her ears, graced her neck, and wrapped around her wrist like delicate threads of light.
All around her were others like herself, clothed with adornments that spoke of their wealth and power. They were gathered for an evening of recognition and awards.
But just before the ceremony began, she noticed a man enter the room with such gentleness. He did not seek attention, yet her gaze was drawn to Him. He wore all white, but it was not the white of fashion that she knew. This white He wore seemed to glow. He was shining, even without jewels.
She watched as he took His seat in the middle of the room, His presence a humble brilliance. The man was deeply attentive to everyone, yet not to Himself. It seemed that He was there for a purpose unlike anyone else’s—He had not come to be recognized or sought after, but to seek after others.
She was captivated by the tender compassion in His eyes as He watched those receiving accolades. It was as though, to Him, all that glittered around them held no lasting worth —a reality the young lady was awakening to.
At the sight of Him, everything else was fading away. Her eyes welled with tears as for the first time, she beheld a beauty untouched by vanity. A beauty so breathtakingly pure.
He far surpassed anyone in the room and beyond. She, too, began to dim in comparison. Looking down at herself, she felt a quiet disdain for all that she was once proud of. She felt her diamonds grow dull, and her gown heavy.
Overwhelmed, she whispered faintly, “Among thousands, You are the most beautiful”. Her enamored heart skipped a beat when He turned toward her from across the room.
When His eyes met hers, she saw a love so fierce that she began to weep—but her tears were not of sorrow. They were tears of inexpressible joy.
Deep passion and reverence stirred within her. All her crowns, all her accolades—she would trade them for Him. The room no longer meant much to her; the applause, the affluence, the glory—she wished to direct it all to Him.
And so, in the days of the people’s glory, in the days of the famous and the followed, a young woman among those highly esteemed came to know this: He alone is worthy of great honor and praise.
“He alone is my beloved. He shines in dazzling splendor yet is still so approachable—without equal as he stands above all others, outstanding among ten thousand!”
Song of Songs 5:10 | TPT
Sincerely,
Elsa 🤍