Eve looks like my young sister.
Eve is also my most ancient sister created by the same Master Artist who created you and me.
Is she just a myth?
She is still alive in every woman in her pristine self.
She is alive in all her potential in every woman who walks with God in the cool of the evening.
She is alive when walking in a beautiful garden, or when shopping for fruit in the supermarket.
Sadly she is also alive when looking at the forbidden fruit of independence from the loving God who made her so beautiful.
Eve made a short sighted, disastrous choice.
My graced choices help recreate Eden.