Truth be told

Fishing flopped.
Plans failed.
Hope waned as
Doubts assailed.
Emotional trauma
Hormonal drama
As we made the transition
To our new position
within Valdez.
New home. Work zone.Money gone
for now.
Truth be told
It’s not been easy.
I’d rather have been overseas.
It would have justified - in my mind -
the frustrations that have become so companionable these last few months.
Truth be told
We’re here on commission.
We’ve come to see and fulfill God’s vision.
Truth be told
I don’t want to be here.
I’d rather be laboring in some other sphere.
Truth be told
God was sowing here long before we arrived.
Truth be told
It hasn’t been that bad
Although I feel the strain nearly drove me mad
Moving away from precious family and friends
New baby on the way
And we can barely meet ends.
And although supply seems to be low
We’ve not missed a meal, and
We still have a home.
    (Someone else’s for the moment,
     but that’s another testament to grace.)
So now what?
Fog is clearing
Winter is nearing
So now I confidently say
The Lord is my Shepherd,
My needs are supplied
God is still good
It’s the devil that lied.
My heart nearly fainted
And I feared for the worst
If God had abandoned us
 My life would be cursed.
But truth overcame
The night flew away
My God never fails
I can rest in His grace.
Truth be told
We were never alone
Through the doubt and the pain
Through the misunderstandings
My God reigns.

I would have fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.