Heidi’s cheeks went pale as she was lead back to her chamber. As soon as she was left alone she most earnestly entreated her loving Heavenly father to look pityingly upon His humble servant.
“I know not how to either read or write,” she wept softly, while she knelt in the dirty straw. “There is so much I do not know about thee or thy ways. Pity me oh my Lord. I want to be faithful, but how can an ignorant wench like me answer those educated leaders?” Thus prayed the frail, humble servant of the Most High as the night wore on.
“Heidi.” The young woman looked up, wondered who would be speaking to her at this late hour. She saw no one.
