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.
Written by Funmilola Babarinde
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