29 February 1691, Monday
One matter in which I do agree with the Puritans is that we are called to discover our destinies. If one is called to be a farmer, then one must be a farmer. If one is called to be a minister, then the same. One may be called to be a cooper, a miller, a tanner, a furrier, a surveyor. Tis up to us to discover our calling. Knowledge whispers to us if we are willing to listen. One might be called to the merchant trade, as Father was. What am I called to? I know I am called to be Lizzie’s husband. I know I am called to be our child’s father. I know I am most comfortable at home with Lizzie by my side, reading, writing, and thinking. I know I long to return to Cambridge. Other than that, I still struggle to discover precisely where I belong.
One place I definitely do
