December 16. God good to me and mine in manifold mercies, I reckon our peace, and liberty in the gospel a glorious mercy, continue it, and help us to walk worthy of it in all things, this is in the depth of winter and yet a comfort. the sun is arising, oh when our state is going on to good its comfortable though the increase be small and not perceptible, as I hope its in my heart, my root is with and for god, though I bear not such lovely fruit as I desire.