Almost Unbearable

24 Chisleu
December 20th

Dear Diary;

This has been a very, very hard day. I am almost too weary to write, but must because such memorable things are happening. My body has been so wracked with pain. I've clung to the poor donkey’s reins,while the rain dribbled up my sleeves,  and let my veil conceal my face so Yosef would not see how difficult today has been for me. Not that I fooled him for one moment.
He is so anxious, and keeps asking; should we press on faster to reach Bethlehem’s khan by nightfall or should he let me rest more often? As it is, many have tramped on ahead, and we are left with the roving wild animals, the Geshem, heavy rain—, and perhaps even bandits for company. But I do not need to think of that. My emotions are fragile for many reasons but some how I still know that Yahweh will care for His own beloved Son.