So much for bewaring the ides of March. This whole month, starting at about 10pm on the 4th, has, in a word, stunk. It has been one thing after another, without any real recovery time between incidents. The funny thing is, no one incident has been all that big a deal. But one on top of another, well…I told J a couple of days ago (during a minor meltdown) that I saw myself as a castle gate being pummeled by a battering ram.
Instead of commiserating or sympathizing, my dear hubby got a gleam in his eye and an alert, excited look on his face and commenced to firing question after question at me. I should have known. You see, I am married to a history nerd.
Do you remember how, on the Brady Bunch, one of the kids would approach Mr Brady with some problem, and he would proceed to wax pseudo-philosophic for the remainder of the show, while the kid sat there thinking, “I should have just run away to Alaska”? Well, this is my husband and history. Except that he really knows his stuff and, even though Alaska has been on my bucket list since waaaay before it was even called a bucket list, I don’t just sit there and tolerate his speeches. I’ve found that many, many times, his love of history has shed light on something God is trying to show me. Such was the case with my castle gate.
J wanted to know what the door looked like (dark wood with iron crossbeams and brads, arched, recessed, centered in the wall), what the castle looked like (dark grey, immense – I could only see the part where the gate was and a turret to the right), what the turret looked like (attached to the corner of the castle, red conical roof, no windows except those little cutouts that look like a chess piece), was there a moat (yes), was it dry or wet (filled with murky, dark water), and what did the battering ram team look like (little dark men paired off, battering ram upon their shoulders). He took in this information, smiled, and said, “Your Germanic roots are showing. And those are just Huns attacking. No big deal.” Then he began to tell me about the true construct of a castle gate. Apparently, it’s only in movies that the battering rammers can bust through the door and – just like that – be inside the castle. In a REAL castle, the wooden door is designed to give a bit so it can take a lot of damage. Then there’s this room behind the wooden door where there are all these iron doors that fall down when the wooden door is breached. And there’s a thing called the gatehouse, which has a wall in it that forces a 90-degree turn upon anyone who gets in. But that 90-degree turn is a trap of sorts – the intruders get stuck in the room, the iron doors clang down, and all of a sudden, everyone’s taking a boiling oil (or lead) shower. This, he said, was the gate that I am, not just a wooden door…because all of the stuff behind the wooden door is considered part of the gate.
Okay, but what do you mean, Germanic roots? And how do you know those were Huns?
“Red conical roof and window configuration, and the fact that they weren’t using anything with wheels to move the battering ram, respectively,” said J. I’m telling you, the man is a historian. 🙂 But not just that; he’s also wise. His final words on the matter were, ” So where you saw an attack and being worn down, I saw protection and provision. I knew what was behind that wooden door.”
None of this changes the fact that March has not been a good month. But it does make me feel a lot better to know that the Lord has built me to withstand much damage and to protect and defend that which he has entrusted to me. I think I want to study the Huns a bit and see what He’s saying there, too – know my enemy, and all that. And I also know that when the attacks come nonstop, breakthrough is right around the corner, so I’m expecting April to bring newness in lots of areas. Be encouraged if your month has been tough, too – it seems like almost everyone I know has had this same complaint – it’s almost over. And if you need some light shed on something God has shown you, I’ll be happy to lend you my history nerd. 🙂