Half an hour ago I had a disturbing encounter with this same birthday party. On my way out the door with the dogs for an evening walk, I earned some unwanted attention from a pack of 10 year olds (?) hanging over the 2nd floor porch of the house.
They were practicing their English on me. It started with "Hi! How are youuuu?" and within seconds progressed to derogatory and lewd language that I wouldn't repeat, much less post on my blog. Thanks, TV. I had no idea what to do. How do you confront a pack of giggly children (out of arm's reach, nonetheless) in a meaningful way?
I find it disturbing that I can be made vulnerable and victim so instantly. It's a vulnerability of gender (you may disagree) and probably aggravated by some of the unfortunate twists in my own history. A much more serious and complex topic than I will dare attempt tonight or here, but let me just say that I hate the way that I am mistreated by (some) men and boys here. The words, the looks, the noises, the gestures, the rare but terrifying touch. Enough time on this thought. I'm starting to feel sick.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust."
Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. Psalm 91:1-3