Traveling Companion

He’s my favourite traveling companion. And I’m not just talking about the individual adventures we enjoy together.

I’m talking about the Grand Adventure.

We have rejoiced triumphantly on the mountain top; we have stumbled through the valley of the shadow of death – blind, lost, hopeless. We have shouted in bitterness and anger at raging storms; we have rested peacefully beside quiet, cool streams under clear blue skies.

Sometimes the triumph is his, and I rejoice with him. Sometimes the heartache was mine, and he stands beside me in the darkness – holding my hand.

The important thing is that we are creating this Adventure together.