Fighting the Giants

“Why did you bring me out to the wilderness to die?”
I cried out to the Lord after my divorce.
I moved to the desert, literally and figuratively.
How long must I run in circles?
Won’t You please deliver me?
Two and a half years later (sure beats forty)
I embark on a mission to enter the promised land.
But this is not what I expected or what I thought it would be.
What’s with all the giants?
Where’s the milk and honey?
I find one crisis after another: finances, health, loneliness.
Where are the promises?
What are the promises?
Maybe I’m staring right at them without recognizing them.
Maybe they’re all around me, more than I’m willing to admit.
Maybe I don’t have the promises because the giants are all I see.
Maybe I just don’t realize You’re fighting the giants for me.