Bruises and Stitches and Scars and the Invisible God

“I’m just feeling sad and lonely and a little useless.”

She spoke softly as I entered the room. Her kind eyes looked at me through dark bruises all around them. There was a wound on her forehead where she had hit the concrete when she fell. Her arms were cast and immobile in front of her. She sighed and said,

“I just feel so useless. I can’t move. I can’t…