This is how I made her,
I made her pretty not beautiful, because I knew her heart, and I knew she would be vain... I wanted her to search out her heart, and learn that it would be ME in her that would draw friends to her. I made her in such a way, that she would need me. I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be... Only because I need for her to learn to depend on Me... I know her heart, I know if I had not made her like this, she would go her own chosen way and forget Me... her creator.
I have given her many good and happy things because I love her. Because I love her, I have seen her broken heart... And the tears she cried alone. I have cried with her and had a broken heart too. Many times she has stumbled and fallen alone, only because she would not hold my hand, so many lessons she learned the hard way. Because she would not listen to my voice...
So many times I have sat back and sadly watched her go her merry way alone. Only to watch her return to my arms, sad and broken. And now she is mine again... I have made her, and then I bought her...because I love her. I have to reshape and remold her... to renew her to what I had planned for her to be. It has not been easy for her or for Me. I want her to be conformed to my image... This is the high goal I have set for her...Because I Love Her.
-Author Unknown-