2012 December 20 (Thursday) : Snowed in

Today we had our first real snow and I woke up to a different scene of pack on the deck.  Pam was amused that I had seen the theory of snowballs from Charlie Brown cartoons after demonstrating his method of making a snowball exactly.  Princess Tiffany had arrived the night before and we were all trying our best to keep our voices down as we didn’t want to wake her from the dead sleep we assumed she needed.  Princess Kim seemed to know her sister better, however, she was her normal chatty self and when Tiffany did emerge, she confirmed that Kim had not woken her, but her alarm did.  I looked at Tiffany’s PC which was freezing intermittently and tried a few things and finally got it working to where it ran a different screen saver without freezing and behaved itself better.

My princess went to get her bangs trimmed with Pam and I stayed behind with Roger to look for work and discuss life a bit more.  I remember being amazed at God for seeming to have put his hand into my heart, entwining the cobwebs of fear around his fingers and then flicking them out for me.  A cosmic cardiac cauterization of sorts that feels half imaginary and half real but wonderful! My mind goes back to discussing Jesus’ views in the supermarket with my princess and NOT CARING what others thought, the feeling that only the thoughts of my princess mattered, since I half felt in a dream world anyway and in a state where one feels one is about to wake, what would you care about the thoughts of sundry bystanders in your dream?

I discussed more of my past with Roger and let him know where I was, so to speak.  I spoke of the passion in my heart that was not always there, yet is there and is always meant to be there, for it is passionate people in this world who succeed.  The Steve Jobs, Donald Trumps, Robert Kiyosakis and Richard Bransons of this world who see differently but end up as market leaders.  I can trust the Lord more fully now, for He is showing me how and it is a scintillating speculation that He may be doing just that with Prince Keith. The snow falls thicker but eases after lunch – I go out with Roger to have a walk and to see what a winter wonderland truly feels like.  We walk through the pack and I comment how the snow dulls the quietest sounds, truly blanketing the world in bliss.  Certainly it is cold, but the newness of the experience is delicious, comparable to the sound of the ocean to the ears of the land-locked, the smell of the shore to the senses of the circumscribed. 

Wow. 

Roger has given me Prince Aaron’s snow boots and they are wonderful, mountain climbing boots with the arch supports that one requires when hauling a loaded pack up Everest.  I love the idea of boots and cannot understand how my princess balks at the idea of wearing them, for she still recalls vestiges of her past when jerks made fun of her for trivialities. I assure her she has no more to worry about and she finally relents and tugs hers on before accompanying her mother into our snowy surroundings.  Prince Jordan arrives to spend more time with Princess Tiffany.  I remember seeing the incredulity in her eyes and hearing the wonder in her voice when we speak of rings and the Gem Shop.  Princess Tiffany’s reputation has preceded her in my life, for I have seen the beauty of Princess Bianca and heard that Princess Tiffany is a matured image of this delightful sweetheart.  I agree, for I can see the expression and the exuberance, the delight and the descriptiveness, all in one heavenly package – a Princess!  Even when this princess has just awoken, there is poetry in her pose, a gentle extravaganza in her expression. Wow. SO good to meet you Princess Tiffany! When my princess returns, we complete “Snow White” and then, “Brave.” 

Wonderful.  Disney truly creates works of art.  Delicious cheddar melts for lunch in the company of family.  Heaven on earth.  My Princess chats away merrily as normal.  Her mother continues to hush her gently when she knows she needs to hear what is coming next.  The patience of Job himself in the heart of the queen.  The 2012 prophecy is mentioned.  I couldn’t care less, for if we are to die tomorrow I KNOW I would go to heaven and quite honestly, I only believe the streets need change to gold.  Everything else is already perfect. I remember remarking to the King that truly the Lord deserves the glory for all of this.  ALL of it.  Wow. A couple of air-hockey games in the basement. Wonderful time spent with wonderful people.  We re-emerge upstairs and talk of stockings, of life, plans, future.  My princess asks me, “Have I told you I love you?” “I love you too, my princess,” I reply.  And I do.  Deeply, madly, without question.  For you, princess, said “Yes” to The King of kings, you came to Africa with the pieces of your broken heart, to a tennis court in Zimbabwe and you FOUND YOUR PRINCE. Not so bad to be snowed in!