Connection and Belonging by Brad Mowry
I stood in the doorway to the living room – I was frozen. It was a typical Sunday evening for us. We had several pizza boxes spread out on the dining room table and about 30 college students packed in our house. All of these Young Life leaders-in-training had come over to eat and hang out as usual. But tonight was different. There was something added to the scene that I had never seen before. I grabbed my pizza and headed into the living room. My sons wrestled with and chased college guys around the house, the din of conversations and the ambience of the football game could be heard, and Hannah lay on her therapy mat in the middle of the room. What made this evening different from every other pizza night, was that there in front of me, Kristen was on the mat next to Hannah. She was combing Hannah’s hair with her fingers and talking to her. Hannah was coo ing and laughing and looking in Kristen ’s eyes – hearing her and being heard. Why did I ...