Woman

by Erica Nicole Thomas (notes) Thursday, November 12, 2009 at 12:53am

When I created the heavens and the earth, I talked 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 ribcage 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.

Did you not know that WOMAN was so special in God's eyes? Now we really know! Send this to the wonderful women in your life to bless their day!

The-Best-Version-of-Yourself

The following is a poem written by a 15 year old boy in Florida named Sam Liput based on excerpts his mother read to him from Matthew Kelly's book Rediscovering Catholicism.

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There are hundreds and thousands of people on earth, Who have no idea of their potential worth. They go throughout life, yet they somehow don't see That they are not all that God calls them to be.

That's what God wants. That's His plan for us all. That's what we want too; we just can't hear the call. We search for some thing-we're not sure what it is- When it really is God and all that is His.

We look to the world, to the drug, to the friend, But for all of this, death is the ultimate end. God's word and the saints-they lead us to life, Away from a world full of darkness and strife.

Yet no matter how righteous, how pure or devout, We still get distracted and God gets drowned out. "This will make you happy." "No, this will surely fill." Yet despite all the promises, we're empty until

We throw off the things that remove us from God, Which say they're fulfilling, yet each is a fraud. Once that is done, and we say to God, "Yes," Then we grow in our calling which is holiness.

You want to be happy. Who doesn't? It's true. It's something that everyone wants to pursue. Pursue it in goodness. Pursue it in truth. Pursue it in innocence like that of youth.

Pursue it in vigilance and with a smile. Pursue it in holiness. All of the while, Keep heading toward the goal of all goals. Keep your feet on the Rock, the Lover of souls.

Heaven is waiting. How do we get there? By pursuing the Lord and living in prayer. You can't get to Heaven through fortune or fun, Popularity, or the things you have done.

It's only through God, through the Lord Jesus Christ, Not through the things by which you're enticed. We all need Christ Jesus. It's time to confess And live for the Lord in true holiness.

Happiness, heaven. They can be achieved If you're faithful and holy and never deceived, If you get praise for God instead of for self, And if you're the-best-version-of-yourself.

Author: Sam Liput
Valrico, FL

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

What do you participate in that's greater than yourself?

Have you ever participated in an event or activity that has resulted in something greater than yourself? Think about it. Write it out, either to yourself or right here to share with others. How do you feel after having thought about it and writing it out?