One Heart - A Thousand Voices

                                                                                      My Heart Writes

                    These are the writings of a teenage girl.

                                             A girl who was abused by her grandparents.

A girl who was crying out for help.

                                            A girl who is now the mother of three girls.

   A mother who has been helped and now wants to help others.

My hope is that by sharing these writings, your eyes might be opened to someone's hurting heart.

My hope is that you won't turn away, satisfied with the answer "Oh, I just made that up; it's not about me."

When the hurt is transparent, it comes from a hurting heart, a guarded heart. You might not get to the hurting part by asking a few cursory questions.

Listen to your gut. Sure, everyone gets down in the dumps now and then. Perhaps a dark moment here and there is to be expected.

But when you hear a constant cry, even though it may be backed by protestations, listen a little closer.

Please.