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Robin,
Thought this might be good for your web page sometime.
JIM
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 man's life. I chose the rib,
which protects his heart and 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 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 to 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.
> ~*Author Unknown*~

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