Chapter 130: Under the Shadow of His Wings

Isabel drew her shawl tightly about her shoulders against the chilled mist billowing up from the sea. Leaning over the railing littered with tiny droplets, she peered into the gray haze, searching for the familiar turquoise of the ocean, but only the purling rush of water against the hull assured her the ship maintained its speed. Cool moisture soaked through the sleeves of her gown, and she stepped back from the rail.

Oh, Frederick. How long had they been at sea now, ten days? And no sign of Morris. Was he truly going to Cartagena? Would they find him there? Fathershe glanced up into the silent ashen skyplease keep him safe. A burning ache formed in her throat, threatening to rise and fill her eyes with tears. She wanted to trust God, yet as each day passed, her faith waned. Lord, I believe. Help me in my unbelief.