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Eventually, we made it to the little flat spot on the hill. It was a lot farther away than I had originally thought it was, and I was happy that I only had to stop three times.

“So… are we going to take a break and eat snack here? Because if we’re going to, this would be a good place.”

After talking it over for a minute, we decided that we were going to keep going. Well, everyone else decided that. I sat there trying to get my breath back.

As soon as I had my breath back, we started off again.

I didn’t think it was possible for it to get any steeper. Guess what happened? It got steeper. And it got steeper quickly. I started praying in my mind as I walked, knowing that God could help.

“God, I need your help. I can’t do this. God, please? I’m having so much trouble. I need your help to get to camp tonight. I’m not going to make it without you.”

As I was praying, I felt a hand on my backpack. I looked back quickly – Luke was pushing me up the hill. I let him do that for a minute, but I made him stop when I realized that in trying to help me, he was hurting himself.

“Luke, stop! Thank you for helping me, but you need to stop. You’re hurting yourself this way.”

He stopped pushing me, but a few minutes later I felt a hand on my pack again. I was about to start yelling at him when I looked back, and saw both of his hands down by his side.

So… no one was pushing me? But I clearly felt the hand on my pack, pushing me up the hill. It was still doing it, actually.

I thought back to what I had said earlier.

“God, I need your help to get to camp tonight. I’m not going to make it without you.”

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