Carla struggled to dress for work. Her body was sore, and her spirit was beaten.
The bruises wouldn’t show; her husband never left marks that others would see, though sometimes she needed to dress carefully.
Carla still remembered the shock she felt the first time his fist landed on her body. How could someone I love hurt me in this way?
As she pulled on her clothes, she tried to figure out how she had gotten to this point. What had happened to her? What had happened to her marriage? What did she do to provoke her husband’s lashing out? Why was he so controlling? And where was God? The last question felt hollow and hopeless. Did God care about her?