2012 December 14 (Friday) : Mona Lisa

Kim is my Mona Lisa and I am her Leonardo da Vinci.

The Lord showed me a truly inspiring thing yesterday.  He showed me the yearning in the heart of a prince for a princess.

My Facebook status of Jan 28 2012 shows a picture of Princess Belle in the fields of a sunset-lit, French meadow with the caption  ¡Yo quiero más que la vida provincial! – Spanish for “I want so much more than this provincial life.”  When I ask Kim which Disney princess she most sees herself as, “Belle,” is her answer.  When I think of my experience in Zimbabwe, “Provincial life,” is the perfect description for me.  Kim has this Beauty and the Beast soundtrack on a cassette tape in her bedroom. Wow.

My Facebook post of December 4 2012 is of two pictures – one that says “There is no distance too far for best friends, because friendship gives wings to the heart.”  The other says “The greatest thing that a man can do for a woman is to lead her closer to God than

himself.”  These perfectly describe our relationship. Wow.

My Facebook post of December 20 2012 shows a picture of 2 cats up on a roof both looking down at the ground.  The caption reads, “You were right… people don’t land on their feet.”  Kim has 2 cats at her house.  Not one, not three, two.  Wow.

My Facebook post of November 4 2012 shows a picture of a brick wall and reads “Some people are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges…”  Kim has had to build a protection wall to ease the pain of her broken heart because of all the cr** she has had to put up with in her past.  She now knows that her prince has finally arrived and he has given her all the time she needs to heal.  No rush, no pressure. Wow.

My Facebook post of November 4 2012 is a picture of a crown and says “No matter who is president, Jesus is King.”  Kim has been concerned about the elections in America.  Wow.

I have another Facebook post – a picture of a kitten sitting next to a Tiger and the caption reads  “the difference is Power.”  Kim has a picture of a kitten with a thought bubble coming out of her head, dreaming of a tiger and the caption reads “think big.”   Wow.

My Facebook post of November 4 2012 is of a kitten that looks like he is praying and reads “Dear God, thank You so much for giving me a new chance today to make my life better.”  That perfectly describes what I hear from Kim’s heart to God.  Wow.

My Facebook post of June 25 2012 reads To all the girls who are in a hurry to have a boyfriend or get married, a piece of Biblical advice: ” Ruth patiently waited for her mate Boaz.” While you are waiting on YOUR Boaz, don’t settle for any of his relatives: Broke-az, Po-az, Lyin-az, Cheating-az, Dumb-az, Drunk-az, Cheap-az, Lockedup-az, Goodfornothing-az, Lazy-az, and especially his third cousin Beatinyo-az. Wait on your Boaz and make sure he respects Yoaz… Wow. ‘Nuff said.

My Facebook post of Oct 13 2010 is a picture of me holding my parent’s dog Dexter as a puppy.  Today we went to a Christmas tree farm and they had eight delightful puppies and the feeling that I was physically back in heaven returned.  [To be honest, whenever I am at Kim’s side, it starts trickling back anyway, and I know at last what being in love and not in lust feels like].  Wow.

Leonardo da Vinci is arguably the greatest painter in world history.  The Mona Lisa is arguably the greatest painting in the world, the best depiction of female beauty.  The painting has been the subject of books, movies, robberies, the usual.  The Lord has been showing me what inspiration looks like.  Specifically what inspires a Prince.  Helen of Troy was considered by the ancient world to be the most beautiful woman in the world.  She was whisked away by Paris and this single action started the Trojan war.  Why? Because princes SO desire to have a princess at their side.  There is NO place a prince would rather be than at the side of his princess.  ALL, and I do mean all of the romance novels of the world describe this to me.  If I was to describe women in a single word, it would be the word ‘poetry.’ Sometimes, less is more.  Steve Jobs had a profound understanding of this.

I have described this feeling of female poetry to homosexuals in a gay chat room in the past, because I CANNOT understand how a man can feel this for another man.  In retrospect, I understand it is simply because I am "normal."  Praise God!

We went on an American horse and cart around a tree farm today, my princess and I can’t stop thinking this is now the place for me.  At her side, building a life with her.  My life in Zimbabwe while still there and still beautiful, seems a background image in my mind now and I feel the Lord has said, “you have had enough Communism, it is now time to experience Capitalism.”  A simple statement from the heart of God and a princess to confirm it.  How can I argue?  How can I say no to heaven on earth?  I need to take at least a desk picture and a wallet picture of this princess to the people back in Zimbabwe, to show them the princess who captured my heart, to show them Belle, who moves, breathes, talks, sings, speaks poetically, to show them that I am cannot help but do as she wishes.  Not her, specifically, but the Lord I feel is speaking through her to me.  I feel I now have more understanding of what the married men in our fellowship feel like about their wives.  Some I know why they feel an attraction to their wives, because I have felt a physical attraction to them myself but I have cerebrally known in the past that they are off limits, that their wives have a covenant with them and they are out of my Edenic Garden, as it were.

Now I understand the Lord sees deeper, more profoundly.  He alone created the silken cords that the princess winds around her prince’s heart to capture him, to hold him to herself so she alone may love him.  She does this because she knows there are other princesses out there and she knows something the prince himself perhaps does not know.  The emotional can be confused with the physical for her prince, she must tell him. “Don’t play with me, don’t play,” so he loves her and her alone.  She must do all she can so that he does not have his heart wound up with another princess.  He must request her father’s consent first, place a ring of covenant upon her finger to show other princes that this princess is spoken for and then get the bride’s home ready.  He must show her that she is the one that inspires him, for he too, cerebrally knows that there are other princesses out there, but the intimate, life-long Godly kind of love that his heart yearns to give a princess is for one princess alone until death parts them.  Simple.

Thank you God, for showing me love at last.  Thank you princess, that you listened to God and you came to Africa to a tennis court in Zimbabwe with the pieces of your broken heart so that a prince could meet you, care for you, love you, cry with you, treat you like the princess his heart had been aching, yearning for. Yearning for so long that he thought the pain in his heart had become a part of him.  Thank you, princess, for removing the pain in the heart of your prince.  So he could come to visit your castle in America, meet the King and Queen, your father and mother, could court you, could make up for the jerkiness of the jerks in your past, could give you the time you need so the King of kings Himself could mend your heart.  Because in truth, princess, I can only always be at your side, I can only give you all I am, all I have.  Only the King of kings can mend your heart.

There was a time, princess, that I sat at an Amstrad PCW8512 and I started fashioning a fictional love story.  I thank you princess, that now I can sit at a Compaq Presario CQ62 and record a real one.

Kim is the Mona Lisa the Lord has given me to look after. It will take my lifetime.