end of the field was a deep woods. A bus pulled up and stopped there, and a crowd of young women got out, all dressed in the styles of 1910 or thereabouts, with baskets on their arms. They were laughing & shouting gaily - and I thot they are going to the woods for wild flowers, and I rejoiced in their innocence. There were others in the field now where I was, some children pulling up the flower plants. I remonstrated with them. The owners of the greenhouse discovered us, and locked the gate (the field was enclosed in uneven fences) and I was trying to discover a way out when I awoke.
     The third of warm, spring like days- with alternate showers and sunshine - a strong warm wind from the southwest - yearning and longing fill me with feelings of regret & agony- I long to be quit of such a complicated life; of news of a mad world, a world sinking into chaos & degeneracy. The trouble is with me, that I don’t turn my back on it all, and contemplate the peace of nature, and God.
                                                                            January 21, 1937-
     “Without the circumstantial challenge of discouragement the best in human character would never rise to achievement.
     The whole career of the Redeemer of mankind is synonymous with discouragement - dark, bitter and relentless. Yet no one ever accomplished so much - while yet seeming to fail so hopelessly.” (E.J. Kiefer)