She is 16 and beautiful. Her hair is short because the police cut her hair off last year; but she works the short cut. I see her a few dark evenings in a row. Every time I see her she is not fully present. She always has her bottle of glue close, huffing it every few moments. She seems distant, like she has walls built up around her heart. I think to myself, “Maybe she won’t be one I connect with. It doesn’t seem like she will let me in to her heart.” I often forget God’s pow