Circumstances

Cold and rainy day
Still miles and miles away
From moving into our “home”
We no longer have a phone
Couldn’t afford to pay
Tell me again,
Why did you lead us this way?
Not to question your wisdom or anything
I just need some perspective on this circus ring
Nothing has gone the way we planned
Not that we planned on very much, mind you:
Our tentative plan was to

    Go fishing
    Make money
    Settle into a home
    Prepare for the new baby’s arrival

None of these plans have worked out
We’ve landed ourselves in a financial drought
Purposeful pursuits have been stripped away
And now all our unceasing labors serve to pay
The accumulating debts we have acquired
And now the thought of it all just makes me tired
I’m not accusing You for leading us here
But it seems like a test of the hardest kind
To fight this war that wages in my mind . . .