Hear Their Voices: A Portrait of An American Foster Family
I dare you to read this book with an open heart and a listening mind. I dare you to look into the eyes of a child who has been abused and abandoned by the ones who should have loved him or her. I dare you to look, and not look away, until that child’s brokenness becomes your burden. Brothers and sisters, I ask you to hear the cry. Because a cry is
rising from the children of our nation and from the nations of the earth.
See us. We are not invisible. Hold us. We are longing to be cradled. Choose us. Just as God has chosen you. Love us. Plumb our capacity to love you back. Clothe us. Drive out the cold dark.
Speak of us until the whole world is listening.