O my God and Lord, be my rock and my stronghold and do not forsake your weak, beaten child.
I read to Br. Teichelmann what I had written to Bertha and since he disapproved of it, I tore it up and put it in the fire. Then I wrote another letter to Bertha, explaining what Mr. Fiedler had called an order to Miss Pennyfeather to influence Bertha. I sent this letter through my boy, to whom Bertha said that she would give him a letter to me when she had time to write; but he brought none.
This evening I met Mr. Fiedler at Kleinschmidt's and asked him to come out with me. He told me that Bertha had told him that I had written and that she had wanted to show him the letter the previous evening, but had not done so for lack of opportunity. He said that Miss Pennyfeather had persuaded Bertha a lot, but after I told him the whole thing, he said that it was short-sightedness on her part. He hoped that the whole incident between me and Bertha would be resolved.
Bertha won't speak to Pastor Kavel until tomorrow. Since Kavel came soon afterwards, I went with him to the prayer hour and, at his last request, said a prayer.
April 17th, 1840.
My boy, who had been to Klemzig yesterday, where he enjoyed Holy Communion for the first time, returned this evening. Bertha had given him my umbrella, which I had given to Pastor Kavel on Wednesday, but had not mentioned anything in my letter. In the morning I had gathered around 30 natives in my neighbor's house with whom I held church services. In the evening I was with the Eastern men with Br. Teichelmann. My heart, praise God, is gradually becoming calmer and aware that it is in his hands, just like Bertha's.
You, Lord, guide them both according to your will and good pleasure.