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Not only is it a perennial favorite of little girls; women love it too.

Why is this notion of a hidden princess and a prince who comes to find her so enduring? Is there something in our hearts that is trying to speak to us?

Is it just fantasy, escapism? Or is there something more? Oh, we long for romance and an irreplaceable role in a great story; we long for beauty. The result is a sense of shame. Having listened to the hearts of women for many, many years, both in the context of friendship and in the counseling office, we are struck by how deeply and universally women struggle with their self-worth. But there is something deeper to this struggle for women, and far more universal. And there are reasons for it, reasons unique to Eve and her daughters.

What would you expect the Queen of a kingdom and the Beauty of the realm to feel when she wakes to find herself a laundress in a foreign land? The great emptiness we feel points to the great place we were created for. All those legends and fairy tales of the undiscovered Princess and the Beauty hidden as a maid are more accurate than we thought. Even though we might have heard the story before we have told it many times , it bears repeating. So let us start there—with light.

With the dawn of the world. How it unfolded and where it reached its climax are mysteries worth unveiling. We will never truly understand women until we understand this.

All is formless, empty, dark. Then a voice speaks. Its radiance will enable us to see now what is unfolding. The voice speaks again, and again. Then God begins to fashion the raw materials he has made, like an artist working with the stone or sketch or page before him.

With passion and brilliance the Creator works in large, sweeping movements on a grand scale. Great realms are distinguished from one another and established. Then he moves back over them again for a second pass as he begins to fill in color, detail, finer lines. Tulips and pine trees and moss-covered stones. And notice—the masterpiece is becoming more intricate, more intimate. He fills the night sky with a thousand million stars, and he names them, sets them in constellations.

Into our world God opens his hand and the animals spring forth. Myriads of birds, in every shape and size and song, take wing—hawks, herons, pelicans. All the creatures of the sea leap into it—whales, dolphins, fish of a thousand colors and designs. Horses, gazelles, buffalo thunder across the plains, running like the wind.

It is more astonishing than we could possibly imagine. From water and stone, to pomegranate and rose, to leopard and nightingale, creation a scen d s in beauty.

The plot is thickening, the symphony is building and swelling, higher and higher to a crescendo.

A great hurrah goes up from the heavens. The greatest of all masterpieces is emerging. What was once formless and empty is now overflowing with life and color and sound and movement in a thousand variations. Most importantly, notice that each creature is more intricate and noble and mysterious than the last.

A cricket is amazing, but it cannot compare to a wild horse. Then something truly astonishing takes place. God sets his own image on the earth. He creates a being like himself. He creates a son. The LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.

He alone is pronounced the son of God. Nothing in creation even comes close. He is. Truly, the masterpiece seems complete.

And yet, the Master says that something is not good, not right. Something is missing. And the Lord God cast a deep slumber on the human, and he slept, and He took one of his ribs and closed over the flesh where it had been, and the Lord God built the rib He had taken from the human into a woman and He brought her to the human.

In one last flourish creation comes to a finish not with Adam, but with Eve. How we wish this were an illustrated book, and we could show you now some painting or sculpture that captures this, like the stunning Greek sculpture of the goddess Nike of Samothrace, the winged beauty, just alighting on the prow of a great ship, her beautiful form revealed through the thin veils that sweep around her. Eve is. Given the way creation unfolds, how it builds to ever higher and higher works of art, can there be any doubt that Eve is the crown of creation?

Not an afterthought. Not a nice addition like an ornament on a tree. She fills a place in the world nothing and no one else can fill. Step to a window, ladies, if you can. Better still, find some place with a view. Creation reached its zenith in me.

The story of Eve holds such rich treasures for us to discover. The essence and purpose of a woman is unveiled here in the story of her creation. These profound, eternal, mythic themes are written not just here in the coming of Eve, but in the soul of every woman after. Woman is the crown of creation—the most intricate, dazzling creature on earth. She has a crucial role to play, a destiny of her own.

And she, too, bears the image of God, but in a way that only the feminine can speak. What can we learn from her? God wanted to reveal something about himself, so he gave us Eve. When you are with a woman, ask yourself, what is she telling me about God?

It will open up wonders for you. Second, that he longs to share adventures with us—adventures you cannot accomplish without him. And finally, that God has a beauty to unveil. A beauty that is captivating and powerfully redemptive. Something was not good. This just staggers us.

Think of it. The world is young and completely unstained. Adam is yet in his innocence and full of glory. He walks with God. Nothing stands between them. They share something none of us has ever known, only longed for: an unbroken friendship, untouched by sin. Yet something is not good? Something is missing? What could it possibly be? Talk about significance. How true this is. Whatever else we know about women, we know they are relational creatures to their cores.

While little boys are killing one another in mock battles on the playground, little girls are negotiating relationships. This is so second nature, so assumed among women, that it goes unnoticed by them. They care more about relationships than just about anything else. We were at a neighborhood Christmas party this past December. The men pretty quickly became a huddle in the kitchen near the potato chips , engaged in a passionate debate about.

I kid you not. That was our topic of the evening. Concrete driveways. Meanwhile, the women were in the living room talking about sex after menopause. Most women d e f i n e themselves in terms of their relationships, and the quality they deem those relationships to have. I am a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend.

Or, I am alone. This is not a weakness in women—it is a glory. A glory that reflects the heart of God. In fact, this may be the most important thing we ever learn about God—that he yearns for relationship with us.

The whole story of the Bible is a love story between God and his people. He yearns for us. He cares. He has a tender heart. Though she may forget, I will not forget you! They will be my people, and I will be their God, for they will return to me with all their heart. If you have any doubt about that, simply look at the message he sent us in Woman.

Not only does God long for us, but he longs to be loved by us. How many of you see God as longing to be loved by you? We see him as strong and powerful, but not as needing us, vulnerable to us, yearning to be desired.

But as I wrote in Wild at Heart, After years of hearing the heart-cry of women, I am convinced beyond a doubt of this: God wants to be loved. He wants to be a priority to someone. How could we have missed this? The first and greatest of all commands is to love him Mark —30, Matt. He wants us to love him. To seek him with all our hearts. A woman longs to be sought after, too, with the whole heart of her pursuer. God longs to be desired. Just as a woman longs to be desired.

This is not some weakness or insecurity on the part of a woman, that deep yearning to be desired. Remember the story of Martha and Mary? Mary chose God, and Jesus said that that is what he wanted. She chose me. Life changes dramatically when romance comes into our lives. Christianity changes dramatically when we discover that it, too, is a great romance. That God yearns to share a life of beauty, intimacy, and adventure with us. This whole world was made for romance—the rivers and the glens, the meadows and beaches.

Flowers, music, a kiss. But we have a way of forgetting all that, losing ourselves in work and worry. Through her, God makes romance a priority of the universe. So God endows Woman with certain qualities that are essential to relationship, qualities that speak of God. She is inviting. She is vulnerable. She is tender. She embodies mercy. She is also fierce and fiercely devoted. Tender and inviting, intimate and alluring, fiercely devoted. Oh yes, our God has a passionate, romantic heart.

Just look at Eve. And God created the human in his image, in the image of God He created him, male and female He created them. And notice—the mission to be fruitful and conquer and hold sway is given both to Adam and to Eve.

She has a vital role to play; she is a partner in this great adventure. All that human beings were intended to do here on earth—all the creativity and exploration, all the battle and rescue and nurture—we were intended to do together. In fact, not only is Eve needed, but she is desperately needed.

When God creates Eve, he calls her an ezer kenegdo. What is a help meet, anyway? A dog can be a companion. Sounds like Hamburger Helper. And in every other instance the person being described is God himself, when you need him to come through for you desperately.

There is no one like the God of Jeshurun, who rides on the heavens to help you. Blessed are you, O Israel! Who is like you, a people saved by the LORD? He is your shield and helper and your glorious sword. May he send you help. You who fear him, trust in the LORD—he is their help and shield. Your ezer. If he is not there beside you. You see, the life God calls us to is not a safe life. God calls us to a life involving frequent risks and many dangers.

Why else would we need him to be our ezer? You need an ezer when your life is in constant danger. Picture the character Arwen in the mythic motion-picture trilogy, The Lord of the Rings.

Arwen is a princess, a beautiful and brave elf maiden. She comes into the story in the nick of time to rescue the little hobbit Frodo just as the poisoned wound moving toward his heart is about to claim him.

We must get him to my father. There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know. Arwen, ride hard. It is she, not the warrior Aragorn, who rides with glory and speed. She is the one entrusted with his life and with him, the future of all Middle Earth. She is his ezer kenegdo.

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That longing in the heart of a woman to share life together as a great adventure—that comes straight from the heart of God, who also longs for this.

He does not want to be an option in our lives. He does not want to be an appendage, a tagalong. Neither does any woman. God is essential. He wants us to need him—desperately. Eve is essential.

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She has an irreplaceable role to play. I John just let out a deep sigh. That we even need to explain how beauty is so absolutely essential to God only shows how dull we have grown to him, to the world in which we live, and to Eve. Far too many years of our own spiritual lives were lived with barely a nod to beauty, to the central role that beauty plays in the life of God, and in our own lives. We held to the importance of truth and goodness.

Had you suggested beauty to us, we might have nodded, but not really understood. Beauty is essential to God. Beauty is the essence of God. The first way we know this is through nature, the world God has given us. Scripture says that the created world is filled with the glory of God Isa.

In what way? Primarily through its beauty. We had a wet spring here in Colorado, and the wildflowers are coming up everywhere—lupine and wild iris and Shasta daisy and a dozen others.

The aspens have their heart-shaped leaves again, trembling in the slightest breeze. Massive thunderclouds are rolling in, bringing with them the glorious sunsets they magnify.

The earth in summer is brimming with beauty, beauty of such magnificence and variety and unembarrassed lavishness, ripe beauty, lush beauty, beauty given to us with such generosity and abundance it is almost scandalous. Nature is not primarily functional. It is primarily beautiful. Stop for a moment and let that sink in. Which is to say, beauty is in and of itself a great and glorious good, something we need in large and daily doses for our God has seen fit to arrange for this.

Nature at the height of its glory s houts , Beauty is Essential! The whole world is full of his glory. Next, there are the visions given to John, who was taken in the Spirit to behold God. As we can only imagine, he finds it hard to put into words what he saw he keeps using the word like, as if grasping to find any comparison that might help us appreciate what he beheld.

The one sitting on the throne was as brilliant as gemstones—jasper and carnelian. And the glow of an emerald circled his throne like a rainbow. In front of the throne was a shiny sea of glass, sparkling like crystal. But of course. John describes God as radiant as gemstones, as richly adorned in golds and reds and greens and blues, shimmering as crystal.

Why, these are the very things that Cinderella is given—the very things women still prefer to adorn themselves with when they want to look their finest. You are absolutely breathtaking. God is captivating beauty. Can there be any doubt that God wants to be worshipped? That He wants to be seen, and for us to be captivated by what we see? Wild at Heart But in order to make the matter perfectly clear, God has given us Eve.

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The crowning touch of creation. Beauty is the essence of a woman. The one depends upon and flows out of the other. Yes, the world cheapens and prostitutes beauty, making it all about a perfect figure few women can attain.

The church must take it back. Beauty is too vital to lose. God gave Eve a beautiful form a n d a beautiful spirit. She expresses beauty in both. Better, she expresses beauty simply in who she is. Like God, it is her essence. Stasi and I just spent a weekend together in Santa Fe, New Mexico, which boasts the third largest gathering of art galleries in the world. We love to wander for hours through those galleries and gardens, looking for those works of art that particularly capture us.

After days of looking at maybe a thousand pieces of art, we had not seen one painting devoted to the beauty of the naked masculine form.

Not one. Granted, there are a few examples down through history. However, the beauty of Woman was celebrated everywhere, hundreds of times over in paintings and sculptures. There is a reason for this.

For one thing, men look ridiculous lying on a bed buck naked, half-covered with a sheet. Cut the grass. Get to work. His essence is strength in action. That is what he speaks to the world. He bears the image of God, who is a warrior. God is on the move. His passivity defies his very essence. He is not acting on your behalf. From time immemorial, when artists have tried to capture the essence of Eve, they have painted her or photographed her, or sculpted her at rest.

There is no agenda here, no social stigmatizing or cultural pressure. This is true across all cultures and down through time. What have the artists seen that we have not? Eve speaks something differently to the world than Adam does.

Through her beauty. It may be the most powerful thing on earth. It is dangerous. Because it matters. Let us try and explain why. First, beauty speaks. Questions born out of our disappointments, our sufferings, our fears.

Augustine said he found answers to his questions in the beauty of the world. My question was the attention I gave to them, and their response was their beauty. And what does beauty say to us? Think of what it is like to be caught in traffic for more than an hour. Horns blaring, people shouting obscenities. Exhaust pouring in your windows, suffocating you. There is room for your soul. It expands. You can breathe again. You can rest. It is good.

All is well. I sit outside on a summer evening and just listen and behold and drink it all in, and my heart begins to quiet and peace begins to come into my soul. She is enjoyable to be with. She is lovely. In her presence your heart stops holding its breath.

You relax and believe once again that all will be well. Things are not going to turn out all right. What it says is hard to put into words. But part of its message is that all is well. All will be well. Beauty also invites. Recall what it is like to hear a truly beautiful piece of music. It captures you; you want to sit down and just drink it in. We download the CD and play it many times over. This is not visual, showing us that beauty is deeper than looks.

Music like this commands your attention, invites you to come more deeply into it. The same is true of a beautiful garden, or a scene in nature.

You want to enter in, explore, partake of it, feast upon it. All of the responses that God wants of us. All of the responses a woman wants too. Beauty invites. Beauty nourishes. It is a kind of food our souls crave. That is such a profound metaphor for Beauty itself. Lewis said, We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough.

We want something else which can hardly be put into words—to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves. The Weight of Glory Beauty comforts. There is something profoundly healing about it. Have you ever wondered why we send flowers to the bereaved?

In the midst of their suffering and loss, only a gift of beauty says enough, or says it right. After I lost my dearest friend, Brent, there were months when only beauty helped. I could not hear words of counsel.

I could not read or even pray. Only beauty helped. After doing what she could for him, the nurse asked if there was anything else she could do.

It soothes the soul. Beauty inspires. Think of what it might have been like to have been in the presence of a woman like Mother Teresa. Her life was so beautiful, and it called us to something higher. A teacher in the inner city explained to us why he insisted on putting a fountain and flowers in the courtyard of the building.

They need to know that life can be better. Beauty is transcendent. It is our most immediate experience of the eternal. Remember the ending of a great story. We yearn to linger, to experience it all our days. Sometimes the beauty is so deep it pierces us with longing. For what? For life as it was meant to be. Beauty reminds us of an Eden we have never known, but somehow know our hearts were created for. Beauty speaks of heaven to come, when all shall be beautiful.

It haunts us with eternity. Beauty says, There is a glory calling to you. And if there is a glory, there is a source of glory. What great goodness could have possibly created this? What generosity gave us this to behold?

Beauty draws us to God. All these things are true for any experience of Beauty. But they are especially true when we experience the beauty of a woman—her eyes, her form, her voice, her heart, her spirit, her life. She speaks all of this far more profoundly than anything else in all creation, because she is incarnate ; she is personal.

It flows to us from an immortal being. She is beauty through and through. We know it has caused untold pain in the lives of women.

But even there something is speaking. Why so much heartache over beauty? Women ache over the issue of beauty—they ache to be beautiful, to believe they are beautiful, and they worry over keeping it if ever they can find it. I was just at Starbucks and overheard the conversation between two women in their late fifties sitting at the table next to mine. The subject? Weight and diets.

Their struggle with the issue of beauty. A woman knows, down in her soul, that she longs to bring beauty to the world. She might be mistaken on how something every woman struggles with , but she longs for a beauty to unveil.

One of the deepest ways a woman bears the image of God is in her mystery. God yearns to be known. But he wants to be sought after by those who would know him. There is dignity here; God does not throw himself at any passerby. He is no harlot. If you would know him you must love him; you must seek him with your whole heart. You must seek me, pursue me. Not something to be solved, but known with ever-deepening pleasure and awe, something to be enjoyed. Just like God, a woman is not a problem to be solved, but a vast wonder to be enjoyed.

This is so true of her sexuality. That is a picture of what it means to love her soul. She yearns to be known and that takes time and intimacy. It requires an unveiling. As she is sought after, she reveals more of her beauty. As she unveils her beauty, she draws us to know her more deeply. Whatever else it means to be feminine, it is depth and mystery and complexity, with beauty as its very essence. Now, lest despair set in, let us say as clearly as we can: Every woman has a beauty to unveil.

Every woman. Because she bears the image of God. No, beauty is an essence that is given to every woman at her creation. We did not say that a woman is prized only for her good looks. We did not say a woman is here merely to complete a man, and therefore a single woman is somehow missing her destiny. What we said was, first, that Eve is the crown of creation. There is something uniquely magnificent and powerful about a woman.

We tried to reveal the immeasurable dignity, the holiness of your feminine heart by showing that it is God who longs for Romance; it is God who longs to be our ezer ; it is God who reveals beauty as essential to life. You are the image bearer of this God. That is why you long for those things too. There is a radiance hidden in your heart that the world desperately needs. I looked around wondering who the woman was talking about.

My own cart had the required fifteen items. I knew it. I had counted them twice to be sure. When she motioned for her husband to look at the wicked infidel, I saw that she was directing her comments at me! Glancing back I told her that I only had the prescribed fifteen items in my cart. She rolled away in an angry huff. Soon, she was back in the line next to mine with her husband following. Rage welled up inside me. I felt hot, surprising myself at the intensity of my reaction.

Do you want to come over here and count them? Embarrassed, I quieted and then paid for my order— vindicated that there were indeed only fifteen items in my cart. Oh, how I wanted to show her my receipt. Driving home, still upset, I had to pull over. I mean, I was shaking. What was going on? What was that about? Eve was given to the world as the incarnation of a beautiful, captivating God—a life-offering, life-saving lover, a relational specialist, full of tender mercy and hope.

Yes, she brought a strength to the world, but not a striving, sharp-edged strength. She was inviting, alluring, captivating. Is that how you experience the women you know? Is that how people experience you? Why do so few women have anything close to a life of romance?

Loneliness and emptiness are far more common themes—so entirely common that most women buried their longings for romance long ago and are now living merely to survive, get through the week. Their friendships, their families, their best friends all seem to have come down with a sort of virus that makes them fundamentally unavailable, leaving a woman lonely at the end of the day.

Where does this bottomless pit in us come from? And women are tired. We are drained. No, the weariness of women comes from lives that are crammed with routine, with chores, with hundreds of demands. Most women do not feel they are playing an irreplaceable role in a great Story. Oh, no. We struggle to know if we matter at all. We are swallowed by laundry. If we have a career, we feel as though we are missing out on more important matters like marriage and children.

We are swallowed by meetings. It is, in fact, our deepest doubt. When it comes to the issues surrounding beauty, we vacillate between striving and resignation. New diets, new outfits, new hair color. Work out; work on your life; try this discipline or that new program for self-improvement. Oh, forget it. Who cares anyway? Put up a shield and get on with life. Hide in busyness; hide in church activities; hide in depression.

There is nothing captivating about me. Certainly not inside me. The more nervous I feel, the more lipstick goes on. Getting close to the destination, I reapply more lipstick. A little closer, on goes some more. Turning into their street, on goes another layer of Sunset Rose or whatever. What was I doing?

I was afraid.


Found out. Every woman is haunted by Eve in the core of her being. She knows, if only when she passes a mirror, that she is not what she was meant to be.

We are more keenly aware of our own shortcomings than anyone else. Remembering the glory that was once ours awakens my heart to an ache that has long gone unfulfilled. You see, every little girl—and every little boy—is asking one fundamental question. But they are very different questions, depending on whether you are a little boy or a little girl. Little boys want to know, Do I have what it takes? All that rough and tumble, all that daring and superhero dress up, all of that is a boy seeking to prove that he does have what it takes.

He was made in the image of a warrior God. Nearly all a man does is fueled by his search for validation, that longing he carries for an answer to his Question. Little girls want to know, Am I lovely? We are seeking an answer to our Question. I wanted to be captivating. We all did. Nothing to hide. And while that world was young, and we, too, were young and beautiful and full of life, a corner was turned. In this provocative book, Eldredge gives women a look inside the true heart of a man and gives men permission to be what God designed them to be-dangerous, passionate, alive, and free.

God designed men to be dangerous, says John Eldredge. See themselves in the image of a passionate god. Delight in the strength and wildness men were created to offer. In this provocative book, Eldredge provides a look inside the true heart of a man and gives men permission to be what God designed them to be-dangerous, passionate, alive, and free.

He is also president of Ransomed Heart, a ministry devoted to helping people discover the heart of God, recover their own heart in his love, and learn to live in his Kingdom. John grew up in the suburbs of Los Angeles which he hated , and spent his boyhood summers on his grandfather's cattle ranch in eastern Oregon which he loved.

John met his wife Stasi in high school in drama class. But their romance did not begin until they each came to faith in Christ, after high school.

John earned his undergraduate degree in Theatre, and directed a theatre company in Los Angeles for several years before moving to Colorado with Focus on the Family, where he taught at the Focus on the Family Institute. He worked as a counselor in private practice before launching Ransomed Heart in This desire is set deep in the heart of every little girl —and every woman.

We all did. It is a kind of food our souls crave. And as she did her cheeks blushed pink. Perhaps I, too, was a part of royalty but my position had been lost. Something is missing. All these things are true for any experience of Beauty. Having forfeited our confidence in God, we believe that in order to have the life we want, we must take matters into our own hands.

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