"I remember Thee upon my bed, and meditate on Thee in the night watches.." Since last winter she'd consumed the Psalms and fed on them till the words had become her daily bread, feeding her soul, nourishing her mind. When the family Bible was out of reach, or the firelight dim, she could draw upon His holy truth buried inside of her.
The words came swiftly, silently, yet surely.
"My soul followeth hard after Thee.." Her heart stirred at the thought. The Lord had led her here...of that she was certain. Now came the harder task: resting in the knowledge that He'd brought her here for some good purpose.
"Thy right hand upholdeth me.." If the Almighty supported her, might she not support others?"
By the way the rest of the book has been good too, though there hasn't been time to finish it yet. If you enjoy historical fiction you should check it out!