Today felt uphill, and although I carried much, I was also carried by love of others. The more I try to carry, the more God enables me, and the more lovely souls He sends my way. We are weary. But we are loved. Thanks to everyone who has been walking this journey with us — You know who you are, and heaven knows your name well through our prayers of thanks.

Your will has brought me here, and I will not curse it. When my bare feet are pained by rocky ground, I will not curse it; I will joy in the mountains that You move. When my soul thirsts for water of another world, I will not curse this one; I will serve the souls in my care. When my arms ache from lifting burdens by myself, I will not curse them; I will let go and watch You lift my arms alongside Yours. When my breath leaves because of the brokenness of this world, I will not curse it; I will witness Light increase as the cracks grow in width and depth.

I will neither curse the ground on which You have stood my feet, nor will I stand still.