Thirteen coffins; so sad, so painfully sad. May I never forget the weeping crowd around the open graves!
"En God zal alle tranen van hunne oogen afwisschen" (And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes); sang, "Voor eeuwig met den Heere" (For ever with the Lord). And now, where are these dead? What would I not give to have short minute's talk with that good young girl! What would she tell me? We read together so often, prayed so often, spoke about enternal things so often. And now! What now? How good and wise of God to withhold from our knowledge some certain things.
Our life here on earth must be one of Faith and Hope.
Feel so horribly low this evening.
Visits in camp, before hospital; again before funerals; also after funerals; but making no headway; hundreds of sick all about, and hundreds who can never be visited.
Great concern yesterday; officials want now to remove my tent[65], and I positively cannot do without same; and with all this worry had to prepare afternoon service; sudden inspiration and wonderful grace to boot; "Komt herwaarts tot mij alien" (Come unto me all ye that labour).
Service of great comfort to own heart.
Saw Superintendent this morning; inflexible; I am powerless because I was given the roof.
One has to stoop greatly during these days.
It hurts, it humiliates, it chafes; and one needs extra grace.