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: B.J.Morbitzer 2002