Wednesday, March 14, 2012

I Want to Look Like a Gentleman

It's been a while since I've posted on this blog, but Easter is almost here and I wanted to share with you a Cameronism. My grandson Cameron turns 8 on St. Patick's Day and his growing up so fast. It seems like only yesterday he was a tiny baby and it won't be long before he's a man.

The other night we were sitting in the living room watching T.V. and talking about Easter. Usually, Cameron wears either shorts or nice pants. He hasn't worn a suit on Easter Sunday since he was a toddler. It's not because we don't try, but Cameron has SPD(sensory perception disorder) and doesn't like buttons.

His mom and I were discussing his clothing options when he interrupted our conversation.

"Mawma, I want a suit."

"You want what?"

"I want to wear s suit."

Now this of course took me by surprise. I couldn't believe my ears. Cameron wanted a suit for Easter.

I had to question him further.

"Are you sure you want to wear a suit?"

He shook his head yes.

"You know you don't like buttons."

"I know Mawma, but I want to look like a gentleman."

My precious grandson taught me a valuable lesson that night. I kept trying to discourage him from wanting to look his best on Easter Sunday. I thought I was doing what was best for him, because he doesn't like buttons. The truth is I was trying to make things easier on myself. I know how Cameron can be. His mood changes from day to day and I was afraid he might have a meltdown. I wasn't thinking about his feelings or what he wanted.

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6 KJV

You see, I had trained Cameron up in the way he should go, I just didn't pay attention. I let my emotions get in the way of what he knew was the right thing to do.

So this Easter Sunday my almost grown-up eight year old grandson will not only look like a gentleman but he WILL BE a gentleman in more ways than one...

Nine month old Cameron in his 1st suit.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Turning Your Worry Warts into Faith Freckles

                                                                
...and a little child shall lead them.
 Isaiah 11:6 KJV

My grandson Cameron is sometimes wise beyond his years. Recently I made a very difficult decision to quit my job. It wasn't the most wise choice I made right before Christmas or so I thought...

Last year I worked in the same position and the stress became much more than I could bear so I walked away without any regret. I became ill and my family struggled. When the opportunity presented itself for me to return to that same position a few months ago I made another mistake. I didn't pray about going back and instead of being spirit led I was influenced by my own need(greed).

I had feelings of dread and knew I had made a mistake in returning. Voices nagged at me everyday(the Lord was trying to tell me I had walked not in faith but in fear). I didn't listen until my job became overhelming and I knew I had come to the end of my rope.

I am a natural worrier and it tends to show in my actions as well as my thoughts. I tried to hide my worry from Cameron, but like I said he's too smart.

I was sitting at the computer trying to figure out how my family come overcome the situation when Cameron came up to me.

"Mamaw, what cha doing," he asked.

As usual I answered nothing so he wouldn't bother me, but he wasn't going to let my answer go.

I didn't want him to worry about me worrying.

"I'm studying.

"What cha studying?"

He wasn't satified with my answer.

"I'm studying my worry warts," I glanced down at my hands.

"I don't see nothing," he looked closely at my wrinkled hands.

"You can't see them. Only grown-ups can see worry warts," I told him.

He seemed to be happy with my answer and a few minutes later I caught him looking at his hands.

"Cameron, what are you doing?"

"I'm counting my faith freckles."

I smiled and a couple of tears to my eyes. It took a little child to lead me onto the right path that day.

Do you have worry warts or faith freckles?

"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?" Matthew 6:25 NIV

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1 KJV


As Christmas approaches I no longer "count" worry warts but can't wait to find  new faith freckles....
Life is not perfect and we all tend to worry, but our lives don't have to be filled with worry warts. Count faith freckles instead!





Monday, October 10, 2011

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. This month I am a guest blogger over @ We Are All In This Together and I talk about how domestic violence affects children.
My is Domestic Violence Hits Home

Friday, September 30, 2011

Two Choices

If you are a follower of my blog then you know my grandson Cameron is a special needs child. Every Friday I do something special for him if he's done well at school the whole week. Well, when Cameron got off the school bus this afternoon he ran in the house and announced he had two choices.

"Mamaw," he announced with excitement in his voice.

"Yes Cameron." I thought I already knew what he was going to say, but what he said next made me chuckle.

"I have two choices."

"Two choices?" I asked.

"Yes ma'm," his face lit up.

"And what would those be?" I asked.

"My first choice is McDonald's." He said matter-of-factly.

" And your second choice?"

"Mamaw, you know."

"I do?"

"Yep," he said. "My second choice is the park."

So we loaded up and took him to McDonald's and the park.

His statement today made me think about how we in our lives live with many choices, but how only two really count. We have the choice between  living for the Lord(being a faithful servant) or spending our time with Satan.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 NIV

The choice is simple between right and wrong, Heaven and Hell, between good and evil. You only have one choice. God loved you so much, He gave His only son so you could have an eternal life, so you would not perish. But you must make the right choice. You must choose to believe in Him....

When you  faced with two choices in your life, unlike Cameron who got both McDonald's and the park remember life is not all Happy Meals and swings...

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Are You Kin to Jesus?

The other day my seven year old grandson was playing ninja warrior(one of his favorite games). Cameron likes to defeat the bad guys. He happened to be playing in my make-shift office/playroom. I was busy on the computer and wasn't really paying attention to him.

All of a sudden a panicked voice rose up. "Help! Help!" I glanced over to where Cameron was playing and he had wrapped himself up in a sheet like a mummy.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, trying not to laugh.

He didn't answer, but continued to yell for help. "You can get out Cameron. Just unroll yourself," I calmly said to him.

"No I can't," he screamed.

"Yes you can!"

"But, mawmaw, you're kin to Jesus."

I couldn't help but laugh and helped my brave ninja out of his predicament. Cameron got up and ran into the other room to play, but his words lingered in the air and in my mind.

"You're kin to Jesus."

Cameron was right. I am kin to Jesus. God is my Father and Jesus is my Brother, but I had somehow forgotten I am related through blood.

My Brother died for me on the cross. He sacrificed His life, so I could live.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 NIV

We all are kin through the blood of Jesus and through the words of our Heavenly Father.

Thank you Cameron for your ever-so true words...

Are you kin to Jesus?

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Or-ange You Glad

Once the owner of the house gets up and closes the door, you will stand outside knocking and pleading, 'Sir, open the door for us.' "But he will answer, 'I don't know you or where you come from.'"
Luke 13:25 NIV

My grandson came home from school and announced he learned a new joke.
OK, I thought. I’m game.

I was apprehensive because my seven year old grandson had picked up a few bad habits from the “older” kids. I wasn’t sure what was going to come out of his mouth. I prepared myself for the worse.
“Alright Cameron, tell me your new joke.”
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?” I stiffled my laughter

“Banana.”
I knew where the joke was going. It was older than me, but I listened patiently for him to finish his “new” joke.
“Banana who?’
“Knock knock”
“Who’s there?”
“Banana.”
“Banana who?”
This went on for a few  minutes until he reached the punch line.
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?
“Orange.”
“Orange who?”
“Or-ange you glad I didn’t say banana?’
I laughed at his joke, he was thrilled and ran off to play.

His joke made me think of another knock knock story.
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there”
“Satan.”
“Satan who?’
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Satan.”
“Satan who?”
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Satan and I’ve come to take control of your soul.”
When Satan comes knocking on our door, we are quick to invite him in, but how quick are we to invite Jesus into our lives?

When Jesus knocks at our door, why do we act like He’s a stranger?
“Knock knock”
“Who’s there?”
“Jesus.”
“Jesus who?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”
“Jesus.”
“Jesus who?’
“Or-ange you glad I’m not Satan and I died for your sins?”
Yes, I am! Are you?