Joyfully Cameron's Mom

This is my Cameron, 16 years old…as of April 15th,
dreaded day for some (TAXES),
but a JOYFUL day in the Shaw household! I filed an extension on this POST and I’m ignoring the driver’s license thing. Time passing this fast is irksome!

Anyway, this young man is the light of my life, well, one of them! He is the spitting image of his Father’s Heart; he just looks like me…
And he is as goofy as a “bed bug” times two! Not sure where he got that from. Hmmmm?
Have you ever wondered what makes a bed bug goofy??? Couldn’t even Google it!
Yet he has this extraordinary confidence that I only wish I had at his age!! He is compassionate, kind hearted, and he was born at the end of himself! He is smart, talented, and humble about it all, except where his brother is concerned…a little sibling rivalry. I am amazed at his maturity and his views about most things, yet on some days I wonder how he’ll survive the real world.
When I look at that real world, the sad things that are happening with so many of our youth, including children of friends and in our community; the things they are capable of at such young ages and the paths they choose, I am brought to my knees praying for them and thanking God for mine!
God has done a great work in this young man so far and I am so looking forward to what HE has in store for him!

"The reason why many are still troubled, still seeking, still making little forward progress is because they haven't yet come to the end of themselves. We're still trying to give orders, and interfering with God's work within us."

Still coming to the end of myself, b

March 2010

"I believe the people and circumstances around me do not make me what I am,
they reveal who I am, just a child seeking the heart of her Father. "

I love this quote, not even sure from whence it came….
But in this month of March, I have not felt like writing or sewing or doing much of anything and then I realized that maybe there is a reason…it is the month of my “real” father’s birth, a father I wasn’t close to, a father I felt I never knew, who passed away last year under very sad circumstances.
All my life, I have missed a true relationship with that father…never really knew if he considered me, was proud of me or even loved me. Just distance, that’s what I knew of him, even when I lived under the same roof.
I've often wondered if my life choices were shaped by that relationship, some extremely bad, yet some very good! And I know that it must have had a great influence “according to studies about father daughter relationships”, but in my heart I know that no matter what kind of “real” father we have, our Father in Heaven is the one who defines us…and I am so very thankful!
Because of my “real” father, I know how much showing love is important, because he didn’t. I know how much being there is important, because he wasn’t. I also know how much faith plays a part in life, because he had none. So, you see, I learned many wonderful things from my Dad! After his death, I found out that his life as a young boy was tragic, extremely abusive and void of love and devotion from his own “real father and step mother”. Just the fact that he broke the pattern of abuse proves how much he cared. Maybe that explains "the distance". And because of that, I know he just didn’t know how to show me those things I needed, doesn’t mean he didn’t consider me, take pride in me, or maybe even love me with all his heart….so I choose to believe in his love! By the Grace of my Father Above…..JOY today and always, b