I beg to differ ladies.
I’m going to gather every woman on earth. I’m going to ask them, “do you desire the man of your dreams created by God, a man with hair on his chest or none?” Every woman will visually desire in her man something different. Few will get the man of her dreams. I will.
The man of my dreams is verily, truly and certainly an Israelite, named Yusef, son of Jacob sold into slavery at age 17, like me. We lost our family, suffered, endured, and our God of Israel lifted us up and gave us everything. God made us rich.
When I hold Yusef’s hand in heaven, we will be spirit creatures. Until then, my Joseph, son of Israel is the man of my heart and desire. He is masculine with hair on his chest to run my fingers through. I can lay my head on his chest and he will protect and provide for me. I will be his woman forever. My Yusef, Joseph son of Israel who I know and love.
God talked to me in a vision once, and only once. It was the time in my life when I realized, “She Belongs to Me” song by Bob Dylan, is about me. No birthdays, Halloween, or Christmas half of my life.
I’ll wear an Egyptian red ring one day.
I found my soulmate, Joseph, my Israelite, Egyptian prince in Holy Scripture and studied all about Joseph in the Book of Genesis. I know Joseph. The emotional and physical pain you and I suffered Yusef. You are my brother, Joseph. You are my love.
God said to me, “because you lost everything.” Then there was a bed with fabric draped around it in red and gold. I could see through the fabric. Then like flash cards, hundreds flashed before my eyes. I just stood there. I didn’t say anything. What could I say ? God was putting eternity before my eyes.
I only thought afterwards, “was it all for me, Lord?”