A Lightened Load
A guide noticed my struggle and lightened my load, putting my daypack on his shoulders. The summit still seemed far away, yet without my daypack, it felt like the weight of my doubts and expectations for how I thought the world should look were also released.
My determination and trust were rewarded with indescribable beauty. In one direction, the moon set over a field of glaciers. In the other, the sun rose with hues of pink and orange, and the full expanse of the vast landscape we’d traversed spread out before us. We had reached the roof of Africa.
Overwhelmed with emotion, sobs came from deep inside, and I was reassured when I saw others crying too. We found inspiration in the “cloud of witnesses” who prayed us up the mountain and invested in our funding efforts. And in the memories of witnesses like my sister, cheering us on from our heavenly home.
Kilimanjaro was now a part of us. It will continue to serve as a lifelong reminder that our efforts can restore broken places.