Day 147: They say that night is always darkest right before dawn. I feel like we've been traveling in the dark for so long that day is a distant memory. Pain is an unwanted companion, tripping us up on our way.
Travis labors through this journey. He is so weak. He has tried hard for so long. Energy is spent. Discouragement shakes her tangling locks. The easy road, it seems, would be to stay in bed, to not try. This road speeds downhill to a lifeless grave. The better road is a tiring uphill climb. He struggles on. I push and pull with all the energy of my soul, hoping my strength can power him on. Ultimately, he decides. I wonder, if I was in his place, would I....could I make the climb?