10 years of our Bug

I was thinking today about how much this birthday of Nathanael’s reveals who he is.

His birthday requests were almost entirely comprised of Captain America stuff and legos.

Instead of a birthday cake, he’s having pecan pie.

We decorated with multi-colored balloons and streamers.

He’s wearing one of several tie-dyed shirts.

When given the choice of songs to sing during our morning worship time, he chose As the Deer, Our God (water You turned into wine), and I Stand in Awe (You are beautiful beyond description…).  I think if we’d sung more, he’d likely have chosen How Great Thou Art, also.

As I was doing his laundry folding chore this morning, he started helping anyway.  Even when I said I would fold it all, he insisted that he could help.

So many things about him that seem to me to epitomize his idealism, his love of sugar, his love of color, his very real love for Jesus, and his servant’s heart.

He’s not as much of a snuggler these days (which, I’ll be honest, kind of breaks my heart a little), and he doesn’t usually have lots to say…but he finds ways to pour out love to others and to the Lord even so.  I have so loved these ten years with my Bug and I am so glad to be able to take this day to make him feel special.

strong tower

God is a strong tower.

That sounds pretty great, huh?  Awe-inspiring, even.    It sounds…well…strong.  Like everything should be okay because I have this amazing defender, right?

Right.

But, maybe, not exactly.

Over and over lately, I’ve been challenged in my idea of who God is, and specifically in this idea of what it means that He is my strong tower.

Because, historically, a strong tower wasn’t where you lived.  It’s where you ran when you were under siege and afraid for your life.  Synonymous with the castle “keep”, it was a refuge of last resort.  If you were lucky, it was well-stocked and heavily fortified, but it was never where you wanted to stay forever.  It was a place where you simply waited…I think most likely with a lot of fear…for your enemy to run out of resources, or interest, and finally leave you alone.  And although the strong tower was a defense against the enemy, it did not fight the enemy. It simply shielded its occupants…held them in (hopefully) security and safety…until there was security and safety to be found outside its walls.

A strong tower wasn’t a place of increase.

A strong tower wasn’t a place of productivity.

A strong tower wasn’t even a place of taking ground against an enemy.

Sometimes, being in God’s will brings about all of those things – abundance, growth, victory – but sometimes, being in God’s will means we are resting in Him as our strong tower.  Safe as safe can be, with impenetrable walls and provision to endure the longest siege (from my brief search, I learned at least one military siege lasted 21 years), but still a place with limited vision, few hopes realized, and always the reality of an enemy trying to bring ruin.

Nobody wants to live life relegated to a protective prison.  But this is the way God chooses to show up sometimes.  He never said we wouldn’t encounter conflict in life.  And the lives of Joseph and King David make it clear that He doesn’t always defeat our enemy the moment conflict does come.  And so, we need a safe place to hide, and rest, and wait so that we are not overcome.

There is peace in that.

I may really, really want to see the victory now, but there is peace in knowing that, while the battle rages, I am beyond the reach of my adversary.

The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
The righteous run to it and are safe. —Proverbs 18:10

For You have been a shelter for me,
A strong tower from the enemy. —Psalm 61:3

 

sometimes good needs defending

I’m thinking about how thankful I am for my husband today.  I know I’ve written a lot about him on this blog, but I wonder sometimes if those words get written off as just some “things I’m supposed to say”.  You may not know what life has looked like for us the past couple years – and I try not to air the nitty gritty of our struggles on here – but reality has been pretty harsh.  Especially for my husband.  He’s been ridiculed, lied to and lied about repeatedly.  He has been characterized as lacking self-control…dangerous, even.  The plethora of evidence of his good character has been ignored or marginalized, and left some, possibly many, people who never really took time to know him assuming horrible things about him.  And I realize these words of mine may never be read by any of those people, but I feel like I should write them just the same.

First, though, I should note…I am not a flatterer, even to my husband.  I don’t say things I don’t mean, and I don’t commend people who haven’t evoked a strong conviction in my heart that they are worthy of commendation.  I’m stingy, I guess.  But please know, if ever my husband’s character is misrepresented by my words, it would only be such that I have failed to offer adequate praise for the amazing husband, father, and man of God that he is.

I want to make abundantly clear that while he can be verbally persistent beyond the comfort level of many people, he has never lost control of himself, publicly or privately.  He will always walk away from an interaction before he allows himself to be overcome in word or deed.  He has never in his entire life physically lashed out in any way at another person.  Ever.  I can’t even say that about myself.  I think most people can’t say that about themselves.  He is a man of very strong convictions…I think if you know anything about him, you know this.  And one of his very strong convictions is that he will not use physical force against anyone, unless it is necessary to save a person’s life.  I have known him long enough, and seen him in enough provoking situations, to be fully convinced that this is true.  There never has been, nor ever will be, anyone in physical danger from my husband.

He is also an absolutely phenomenal husband.  Committed, patient, kind, compassionate, affectionate, servant-hearted, encouraging…and the list could go on.  He takes the biblical call to lay down his life for me very seriously and he does it every.single.day.  I wish I could explain how really and truly flawed I am as a wife and mom and homemaker. No, my husband has never said or implied anything of the sort, and I’m not just being humble.  It’s reality.  But my insufficiencies help me see so clearly, in nearly every moment of my life, how blessed I am by my husband.  I honestly can’t imagine any person ever loving me more or better than he does.  I’ve said this all before, I know.  But I repeat it because it is true.

My husband is a godly man.  I think some might have a tendency to look at his less-than-emotional exterior and assume there’s nothing going on inside.  But that is so far from the truth.  On the outside, and in his “rhetoric”, he doesn’t fit the accepted image of a strong Christian…he doesn’t cry or jump or dance, he doesn’t use theologically heavy words…but the way he lives his life is always founded in the Word of God.  He believes the Bible to be true and he doesn’t let anyone or anything usurp it’s rightful place as the highest authority in his life.  He acts on what he knows to be true and right, even if he doesn’t feel like it.  He has little regard for whether he has garnered the good opinion of others, but cares greatly to do that which pleases God.

My husband is human.  Obviously, right?  But being human means there are trials.  And there’s hurt.  And there’s wrestling, especially when life gets hard.  He sometimes pulls back.  He sometimes doesn’t have the right words to say.  He sometimes has a hard time trusting others.  He can get overwhelmed, and he can lose confidence, and he can feel like he’s all alone.  And, sometimes, my heart breaks for him because it seems like nobody ever wants to take the time to know him…and it does take time…but people will believe a lie about him without a second thought.  Nonetheless, through it all, he is steadfast in his love for me, in his love and care for our family, in his faithfulness to the Word.

He is the best person I have ever known, without caveat or exception.  I just hope, somehow, I can be there when God tells him well done, good and faithful servant.