#colonialtimes

Elizabeth has passed away, and I can only pray that she will be happy up in Heaven. The town doctor is telling me that I too am ill, but how can I be ill if I feel it not?

This land has been a blessing to us, but it has been hard. The soil is infertile and I tire of working so hard. Things in England may have been hard, but at least we never struggled to this extent.

It is very un-Christian of me to say, but I pray that I am ill and fall to the same fate as Elizabeth. Just so that I may meet her in Heaven, and we can be happy.

Things have gotten moderately better; we have not been attacked by the red men in a month and I hope this continues on.

Despite that bit of good news, I have bad news as well. Elizabeth has gotten ill from treating those who have been ill. The doctor said she has limited time on this world. I have been going to Church everyday, praying for her health to become better and for us to work through this. She is all I have anymore.

God willingly, things will become better. I must go now : Elizabeth is calling for me.

Things have become harder within the past month. Many have come here, yet fallen sick and died. Elizabeth now says she is not feeling well, and I am worried as to how she will survive. The red men have begun lurking, and even had the gall to attack us the other day. Besides that, the colony’s growth has been amazing. God willingly, things will become much better & Elizabeth will feel better.

Many are fearful of the way we have been living. Bringing in excessive things we do not need into our homes, and creating homes larger than need be. We will need to stop being so materialistic.

More people are coming every day & increasing our population. Yet we must remember why we are here : to re build our relationship with God and purify the Church. Hopefully, we will build a new home for ourselves.

❝ Sunday church , awaiting the new minister. feeling as though things may change. ❞