Vows to protect

As Manasa and I married, we took our vows seriously. But I didn't expect to see the protective side of my husband so soon. Recently, we've been facing some spiritual warfare in the form of physical. A series of unrelated events, always the day before Manasa is to teach or preach, has been an reminder of the verse in Proverbs 91:
"I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." vs 2. I was walking home from the shops when a homeless lady followed me home and stole the cookies intended for the YWAM base. On one hand, I understand that a few dollars of cookies lost is nothing. But the bigger picture was a frustration with not feeling safe. Even though I am in another country, Mongolia, I want this to be MY neighborhood. Not knowing the language after only being here a couple of weeks prevented me from asking anyone for help. Of course Manasa was beside himself when he found out. Later that night we had some neighbors kicking on our door and running away. Finally Manasa chased them and they did not come back (they may have been surprised when he yelled at them in Mongolian asking what they wanted). We assume this same group of young men, a week later, came again to pound on the door only this time I was home alone while Manasa was meeting with pastor. I called him and he was already on his way home so once he spotted the young men in front of our apartment he stayed back and called the pastor and a close friend. Once they arrived a small scuffle ensued and the three men confronted the boys, called one of their mothers etc. Manasa let the Mongolian men do the talking and hopefully the incident is resolved after apologies were done on both sides. I was proud that my husband could get up the next morning, and preach his sermon without distractions. I don't know that I could say I would have done the same. We spent time asking God to give us an even bigger heart for the Mongolian people, especially those who persecute us (even unknown to them) and those being used by the enemy. I will say that I am affirmed in the love of my husband, and I believe him when he says he will do anything to keep me safe. But most importantly is the joy in praying with my husband, thanking God for His unconditional provision and protection. Knowing that God will not give us more than we can handle allows these incidents to be put in their proper place: a distraction to the battle we face to spread the Gospel and disciple His people. With or without family, God is my fortress, and my refuge.