I woke up early this morning with no notebook in my bed, so in the dark I rummaged through my
nightstand drawer looking for scrap paper on which to write the poem I posted this morning, Maybe I…
I just opened the scrap paper folded into thirds on which I had written all over two-thirds of the back and found the Letter From God To Women. I do not know the author or I would surely give credit. It is an email I received from a former co-worker on June 15, 2007. (Actually, that’s my son’s birthday.)
Anyway, I had forgotten all about it until now and I think it is worth sharing. As my post this morning shows, I am in a pretty dark place today. I happened across 2 blogs that really stirred my heart this morning and immediately after I wrote about that in a comment to Maybe I…, I opened up the old printed email. So, here it is:
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 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 into 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.
I do not know if this will affect anyone like it does me, but this morning I woke up wishing that every bad experience I have lived would finally slaughter all the hope I have in love and being true to who I am. I just wanted to give up and become hard and calloused as life should have made me. I did not want to have the emotions that I entertain or the hopes that I have housed in my heart for as long as I can remember. I just wanted to be dead inside so that I no longer have to feel rejection, betrayal, dejection. But I understand that all of the things I began to think of as my weaknesses are the very things that make me strong and able to persevere even when it doesn’t make sense. If I lose that, what will I have – what will my children have? Being me isn’t so bad, just harder some days than others. I don’t want to see the gifts in my character as curses just because they sometimes cause me to feel pain. Truth is, I do like who I am and I would like to keep being me and growing into a better me. So, I changed my mind, Life. I no longer want you to make me hard where I am soft. I don’t want you to make me cold where I am warm. You can’t make me dead where I dream. I will believe in happy endings till I get mine. I will continue to serve the kind of love that comes natural to me until I find someone who is hungry for it because I love the way God intended for me to love. I won’t let you change who I am no matter how hard it gets or how much easier it seems. I have come too far, been brought through too much, to lie down now and let you have your way with me.