[As part of the Loving the Bible class at Scoala Biblica Piatra Vie, students had to rewrite Genesis 22:1-19, choosing to either write all or just a portion of the story in their own words. The following is my rewrite.]
Three days.
It had been three days of heavy and brooding silence in my spirit, each day heavier and more terrifying than the last as the mountain reared its ugly head and took form, and step by dreadful step grew larger, more defined, and more hideous for what it signified. The end of our journey.
And now, here finally, my boy in my arms at last, how heavy was his weight. Oh, how heavy and terrible the weight!
“My boy…” I mumbled, terror and sorrow mixed in my trembling voice. “My dear Isaac…”
Footsteps In The Deep 