Late at night in Southeast North Dakota Chapter

Computer time is far too much. Must work earlier or not at all. The Fair One is anxious and lonely. Always the way in the last few weeks of teaching. Like Carl Jung, I think, ultimately you just throw up your hands and cry, "What do they want!"


Want, one supposes, just like the rest of our human race -- what we should not desire -- anything other than God. I wrote a letter today to a prospective summer missionary, encouraging her to do likewise -- to pray so that her will might be bent towards His.

A dose of my own advice, however sage it may seem, is in order. Upstairs to eat crow, I guess. Upstairs, a daunting climb for the half-penitent soul.

Yours in His Service,

JG