When I created the heavens and the earth, I
spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed
him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you
woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of
life into man because your nostrils are too delicate.
I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could
patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was put to
sleep so that he could not interfere with the
creativity.
From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that
protects his heart and his lungs and supports him, as
you are meant to do. Around this one bone I shaped
you. I modeled you. I created you perfectly and
beautifully.
Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet
delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the
most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is
the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of
life. The rib cage will allow itself to be broken
before it will allow damage to the heart.
Support the man as the rib cage supports the body.
You were not taken from his feet, to be under him,
nor were you taken from his head, to be above him.
You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and
be held close to his side.
You are my perfect angel. You are my beautiful little
girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of
excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtues
in your heart. Your eyes - don't change them. Your
lips - how lovely when they part in prayer. Your
nose, so perfect in form, your hands so gentle in
touch. I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep;
I've held your heart close to mine.
Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like
me. Adam walked with me in the cool of the day and
yet he was lonely. He could not see me or touch me.
He could only feel me.
So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience
with me, I fashioned in you: my holiness, my
strength, my purity, my love, my protection and
support. You are special because you are the
extension of me. Man represents my image, woman my
emotions. Together you represent the totality of God.
So man - treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for
she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt me. What you
do to her, you do to me. In crushing her, you only
damage your own heart, the heart of your Father, and
the heart of her Father.
Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power
of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness show
your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib
that protects his inner self.