And so on the sixth day, before it was all said and done, before He took a moment to rest his heart, soul, and head—God looked around at the goodness He had already brought forth, and He realized He had one more handcrafted creation, who deserved to be gifted new life equal to her worth.
He stood in the quiet, deep in thought, molding the perfect caregiver He deeply sought.
And so with His hands and heart, He began to craft the most beautiful creature who would never meet her match.
For you see, golden was the color of her heart—made for pouring forth love no matter how many times it may break apart.
Her body was crafted to grow, nourish, and expand, but not only through the womb, for that was only one part of His plan.
For He knew there would come the most precious, innocent babies who would have no one.
And so, specially handcrafted were these beautiful souls, for it is in their pain and fear of the unknown, that He would find a way to soften their hearts and within their embrace place the most special child to become their very own.
Her heart would be created with only the purest of gold, and her eyes blessed with watching the beauty of new life open, grow, and unfold.
Her lips, soft and plush for the most perfect, reassuring kiss. Her legs strong and battle-worthy because a step she will surely never miss.
Her arms crafted with heavenly strength, to reach, stretch, carry and hold for unbelievable lengths.
Her voice strong and firm, sprinkled with a mix of encouragement and endearing, for her entire life would be spent advocating and cheering.
God created mothers, in His image they were made.
Humble. Gracious. Selfless. Courageous. Gentle. Handmade.
God created mothers to carry forth the job no one else could.
For only such a special heart and soul could carry the triumphs, trenches, and heart-bursting moments of the blessing called motherhood.