Many men think that understanding the bride of Christ undermines their masculinity, but just the opposite is true. In fact, the revelation of the bride will establish it. To be a man who lays his head on the Lord's breast and receives His embrace will set your heart ablaze.
(The
Pleasures of Loving God by Mike Bickle)
Intimacy is having the security of entering
Jesus'
presence day or night, not through the formal means and paths but
walking directly into His private chambers and getting His personal
attention anytime. Sharing hearts, dreams, even chit chat, knowing each
other intimately, understanding the glances and expressions,
communicating without words, each able to share their deepest feelings,
not one-sided but a oneness together. A private relationship that is
known only to each other, too personal to talk in depth about to
everyone. It is the privileges and intimacy of a marriage relationship,
an equality where both give and receive.
Every other love does disappoint us to a certain degree. But this love is different. This is the Prince of heaven, and your heart was made for his love.
(Keeping A Princess Heart In A Not-So-Fairy-Tale-World by Nicole Johnson)
I have had in my mind the picture for this book cover for years, even
before I wrote the book. I would have liked a more casual look to the
wedding veil and crown tossed onto the settee, but to do that we lose
the ability to understand the picture, it isn't clear what what the pile
is. So I've settled for a more "posed" look.
After keeping my eyes out for the right settee, I finally found the
perfect one at Bryan House, a local Bed & Breakfast (thank you Karen,
for that tip!). We arrived with our camera, borrowed tripod, and various
other odds and ends, and set up. Jan, the owner of the B&B, was very
gracious and long-suffering, allowing us to move the heavy table sitting
on the rug, the end table, the cushions, and the George Washington doll
on the other end table. She tried to remove R.J., her beautiful cat, but he got under the settee and we decided to leave him
alone.
After trying various positions and "geographies" as Terry called them,
we finally settled on the one above. With the veil lying on the couch
itself, you lost the effect, so Jan came up with a cushion and some
green material to lay over it so it wouldn't show through the veil. We
tried again. I had brought two wedding veils, my original one from 32
years ago which gave the length we needed, and a shorter veil I had
picked up at Goodwill that gave us the circle of roses headpiece with
strings of pearls and satin ribbons.
After a bit, Jan volunteered her own wedding veil from 41 years ago,
bought in Chicago and encircled with wide Chantilly lace . It turned out to
be just what the picture needed, providing the lace that the other two
lacked. So yes, the picture is actually three different veils positioned
together.
We finally got everything ready, the geography right, each string of
pearls, ribbons, and lace in the right position, and stepped to the
camera to snap the picture. Right at that moment, R.J. the cat reached
out and swiped the veils hanging over the front of the settee, pulling
the whole bunch down to the floor. (All that shimmery veil hanging in a
curtain in front of him, shifting and moving, was just more than his
curiosity could stand.)
After taking a deep breath, we repositioned everything and snapped our
picture.
At home, we studied the choices, picked the one we thought best, and
Terry went to work editing. He had to take out a floor register at the
end of the settee, the castors under the settee's legs, the light
reflections on each spindle of the banister behind it, and the white
corner of the table at the end of the settee. But the most tricky
editing by far was taking out the broom hanging on the wall by the
fireplace. Why we didn't notice it when we were taking the picture I'll
never know, too focused on the other things, I guess.
But, after all was said and done, it turned out to be a perfect picture,
and I'm very happy with it.