March 6, 1676 In the Year of Our Lord

I have met recently a famous chief named King Philip. He is well known among the natives here and holds renown for being a great leader. It is incredible how these natives pay him respect; they cater to his every whim. They brought me across a river in a canoe so I might meet with him. They laughed at me all the while and would not stop making light of my situation, mocking my sorrow. I wept in their presence for the first time; weeping for my children, for my husband, for my lost daughter, for the souls that were lost from Lancaster, and for the evil that seemed to be all around me.

Upon meeting Philip however, I was met with a bit of kindness I had not expected. There was in him a bit of compassion for my situation. He asked me if I might make a shirt for his son, which I agreed to. In return, he paid me a shilling. A shilling! It was a great reminder of my life before this captivity. I was able to use this money to buy some horse flesh and revive myself. Later, he asked me to make a cap for his son as well, and in payment for this, he invited me to dinner. I was served a pancake. Oh how wonderful this tasted! Even though it was made of parched wheat, and fried in bear's grease, I felt at the time that I had never tasted anything sweeter. My good fortune seemed to continue as more of Philip's squaws wanted shirts for their young children, which I did and was given peas and bear meat. I have not eaten this heartily since I was first captured. God is good. As Paul wrote to remind the Corinthian church; "For God is the one who provides seed for the farmer and then bread to eat. In the same way, he will provide and increase your resources..." (9.10)

Perhaps things are beginning to turn around.