(If you ever look at yourself and feel that you don't measure up, read this and your outlook will change before you finish reading it!
This is good to keep, not just to read from time to time, but to also keep stored in your heart! Enjoy, and remember who you are!!!)

 

A Letter from God to Women

 

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 manís 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 most like me. 

Adam walked with me in the cool of the day, 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 an extension of me.
Man represents my image, woman my emotions.
Together, you represent the totality of God.

So man...treat women well. Love her, for she is fragile. Respect
her, for she is strong. Remember her, for she is Me.