I borrowed this picture off Michele's blog of Cameron and Nate swimming.
I love this photo of Jerry Snelling and Cameron that I took the last day of Youth Camp. There's a story here that's worth sharing. When Cameron was 19 months old and we were pastoring the Bible Methodist Church in Franklin, he somehow got away from the person holding his hand (not me) after church one night and when I went to look for him, he seemed to have disappeared. I was 9 months pregnant with Logan at the time.
So I walked around the front of the church to see if by chance he was headed for the busy Dixie Highway that runs in front of the church - the church sits back off the highway quite a ways. Sure enough, there he was....only way out of my reach. He was about 10 feet from the highway and running as fast as his little legs could carry him. I did the only thing I knew to do - I screamed "Cameron's in the road!" I knew I'd never get to him in time.
Marc was in a meeting inside the church and heard me scream - tells you how loud it was. He came bursting out of the church side door, but by that time Jerry Snelling was already at a dead run down that long driveway, cowboy boots, suit and all! Never have I seen a man run that fast.
There's basically a blind hill to the one side of the church - cars would come over that hill going 60 mph and are passing our church within seconds. I was so scared I couldn't breathe. I knew I'd never reach him in "my condition." I just stood there, whispering "Go Jerry...."He reached my little boy and scooped him off the double yellow line just as a car approached from the other direction. The driver saw what was happening and slowed down...thank the Lord. Jerry said that he was crying by the time he reached Cameron, scared of what he might see if he didn't get there soon enough, but Cameron seemed oblivious as he reached up his arms for Jerry to pick him up. Of course, the whole church was standing watching by this time.
When I saw that Jerry had Cameron in his arms and was headed off the road, I burst into tears. I felt like my legs wouldn't hold me. He put Cameron in my arms and I hugged and kissed him all the while saying "Cameron, no, baby...you cannot go in the road, never never go on the road" over and over....
Jerry, I thanked you then and have said it lots of times since, but again...."thank you for saving my baby. I could have so easily stood right there in that yard and watched my little boy get hit. Thank you so much. The Lord helped you run that day - I saw it. We love you!"
We've told Cameron the story many times so he doesn't forget - he and Jerry are buddies!