WEARY TRAVELER
“For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:30
Shin and I woke up the next day with the sunrise. We skipped our morning meal and continued walking northwest. I was so unaccustomed to wearing boots that in the afternoon my feet erupted in painful blisters.
“I’m afraid we can’t stop yet,” Shin apologized. We were too close to the inhabited area of Kilchu-up for comfort, he explained, and we still had several more hours to walk before we could stop safely to build a fire. By nightfall, the soles of my feet were covered with open sores.
When we finally found a forested area to spend the night, Shin cut long strips off the top of his burlap bag and bandaged my wounds with gentle hands.
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t even think to ask what he was apologizing to me for.
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