by Sylvia Dickson
The transformation was quick. A quiet afternoon suddenly shattered around her as boisterous boys shouted their arrival home from school. Mrs. Boys’ Dorm Mom met the onslaught with hugs, laughter, and snacks.
Across campus, a gaggle of girls raced to their rooms to unload their backpacks, hurrying back to tell about their day (classes, tests, friendship crises) and dive into their snacks. Mrs. Girls’ Dorm Mom was ready to serve and feed them, emotionally as well as physically.
Later that evening, dorm moms and dads gathered their “children” for a devotion and prayer. Afterwards was the time of delay before bedtime. Bless their hearts….no racing, skipping or shouting as they headed to bed. Feet dragging down the hall; I need some water; I’m not sleepy; etc.
An uncertain peace settled over the campus of French Camp Academy. Which child would emerge from his room to talk through painful times, looking for reassurance and value. Would someone quietly tug on an arm and ask, “Why hasn’t my mom called?” Or, maybe we’ll hear, “I just wanted to tell you I love you.”
God placed in our hearts a profound need to be loved and valued. That need can only be filled by God through Jesus Christ. After filling our need, we are given the joyful opportunity of pointing others to Christ—of blessing hearts for eternity.