Eve

The first Eve, a lady of great beauty, crafted by the very hand of God in His image. Taken from the side of her soon to be husband, she was formed as his helper. One to offer strength and encouragement, not to just be a mere slave or unequal of her spouse, but to be apart of him. To share in his life. To live, love, and journey alongside of him. The completion of perfect humanity. No longer was the first Adam alone. Now he was complete in every way.

Generations of Adams have passed since then and that Eve has passed on, but those types of Eve still exist. Those that seem perfect in spite of the fall of humanity. Brought to life by God’s breath. Made for a particular man, like his equal, feeling incomplete until one day he finds her. Or maybe it’s that she finds him. And they start their journey together. The one where nothing is perfect. Yet Eve makes it perfect. She is his strength, the one that God formed from a rib, some dirt, and the breath of the Spirit. To be there through thick and thin. The one that complete’s him. Although she is not perfect, she seems to be so. She makes life complete. I am that Adam. And my love is that Eve. The one who offers me strength in spite of life’s difficult situations. Who loves me in spite of me and loves Christ even more than me. This is what makes her perfect.