Cameron

David and I found ourselves in the waiting room of Twin Cities Hospital today because a beloved church member became physically distressed at lunch. If he's reading this, he knows I'm going to say that he needs to stop eating/drinking sugar and start watching his diet! But, I digress...

Sitting across from us was a lovely young woman and her 3 yr old little girl. The child's name is Cameron Nicole. I know this because she told me so after I complimented rhe lovely gladiator sandals on her tiny feet. As the hour wore on, the little girl and I had several conversations that ended with her showing me which colors she knew and my teaching her to spell "green" and "blue." She already knew how to spell "red."

Maybe 15 minutes before we left she climbed up in my lap and started repeating her colors. She fingered Mama's black pearls I was wearing and said, "gray." Then she pointed to my eye shadow and figured out brown and black. Next she pointed to my arm and said, "white." I think it took her mom aback for a moment because she started to explain why Cameron might say that.

My heart was filled with joy at the sweetness of a little child who may have known her colors but had no idea of the prejudices of man. I know this because she climbed into my lap with both arms around my neck never once thinking about anything other than I was a person who had engaged her in relationship. There was only love. You might read this and think I was the giver, but in reality it was a two way street. I may have started the relationship, but in the end little Cameron gave it and I received.

Oh my goodness, how blessed I am that the Father would allow me to have these few precious moments!