February 18, 1676 In the Year of Our Lord

My Sarah has died. I held her in my arms the last hours of her life and prayed to God for her life, that He might spare her. She did not go easily, but suffered all the while, until the arms of death finally took her from me. Before her passing, the Indians I have been sold to noticed that she was near death. They bade me leave the wigwam and bear my burden outside. She suffered nine days from her wounding, with nothing to refresh her, save a cup of cold water from time to time.

Why is this happening? My family is torn apart and could all be dead, save myself. God has shown himself to be faithful, and to be sovereign in everything. His plan is at work in life and cannot be refuted, so what is his plan and purpose from this? What am I to learn from being with these beasts, these monsters of barbarity? Again, I must turn to the scriptures for truth: "For now we see things imperfectly, as in a cloudy mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity." (1 Cor. 13.1) Oh if only I could see clearly now, the plan of the Lord.