“I can’t believe I did it again,” she said as her eyes filled with tears. “Did what again?” I asked gently.  She was obviously upset so I chose my words and tone carefully so she would feel free to talk. “I had friends and family in from out of town, and rather than spend time with them, I busied myself in the kitchen preparing and cleaning up.” I thought about this for a minute before answering. “It’s the old Mary/Martha thing isn’t it?” “Yes!!”  She exclaimed.  “If you see

I couldn’t help but notice her sitting on a suitcase along the roadside bent over with her head on her knees and her face covered. She wasn’t a hitchhiker as she paid no attention to the cars speeding past her. Her posture told me she was in distress.  She was hiding from the world in plain sight.  She felt no one noticed her; she was forgotten. “Stop and see if she needs help.”  The Voice spoke to my heart quietly. My fears rose up, a million “what if’s” clamoring for my att