Magi Journal--entry 8

The day after the storm was followed by hot sticky air. We quickly moved toward the mountain range in the horizon.

We were all unsure how how we would cross this range. It would be almost impossible to follow the path through the darkness of night.

“How will we do this?” Malchiah finally voiced our thoughts. “How are we going to see this path at night?”

“Faith got us through the desert,” I said, trying to mask my own grimness.

“Will faith give our animals strength to carry our provisions? Will faith allow us to see in the dark?” Malchiah was always the practical one.

“We have done all that we can do to ensure our success. We have good animals and guides to show us their travel secrets. None of that can guarantee our survival.” After a sigh, I added, “All we really have now is our faith. We may have to go against our own instincts when we follow this star into the mountains, but we must obey its creator.”

After the sunset, we resumed our climb. To our good fortune, the moon was moving toward fullness, shining brightly on the world below.

As we traveled up to higher altitudes, the air grew colder and thinner. Sleep was difficult to fight. Our bodies were weak from the strain.

We are not nomads, nor are we men who have worked as soldiers. We are not great athletes, just simple men who have embarked on an incredible journey.

When it seemed as though our bodies could go no further, we were at the highest point. Sunrise revealed the valley below. There was grassy land and a river --with fresh, cool water! Even though this landscape was far from us, the mere sight of it refreshed our spirits. We now had the strength to continue.

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Scripture Meditation
Psalms 104:1,5,10,11,34