We saw these suits of armor in El Alcazar in Segovia a couple of weekends ago. For some reason, this image of a real coat of armor was extremely profound to me, and it was much more than just a historical artifact. I attribute this to 2 things. First, being here in Spain by myself really raised my awareness of my own vulnerability, specifically as a woman. The guys could walk all over Spain and never have to worry about getting back to their apartment safely. They can go out to a discoteca with friends and never have to worry about a twisted man going after them. They can walk through the streets without guys whistling at them, or saying "Guapa chica!" as though they were an object to look at and covet. This vulnerability was really scary to me, especially when we were traveling in so many different places. Now that we're "at home" in Salamanca, it's a bit less scary, but there are still moments I wish that I could crawl into this armor and hide from all of the "bad guys" (literally...and figuratively).
I want to climb in that suit of armor,
It offers me safety, shelter, peace
I want to get away from this evil world
That threatens to crush a part of me
But we cannot hide from what’s broken
For on the cross Christ set us free
That I may live my life in total surrender,
Knowing He has a plan for me.
So I lift up my eyes to the heavens,
For His face alone will I seek.
As I give of myself to others,
Who have not this hope and this peace.
I await the Knight in shining armor,
To gather us close to His breast.
Where we’ll cease our striving and trying,
And be ushered into eternal rest.