Virginia Rose ready for her road trip!
You have granted him his heart's desire and have not withheld the request of his lips.
Our granddaughter, Virginia Rose, is so excited about spending the three-day weekend in Oxford with my mother, her Nana, and me. It's a long, sometimes tedious, road trip, but we make frequent pit stops, and take our time over lunch at McDonald's, to give us a break.
But as much as she is looking forward to spending time with her Gammie and Nana, Virginia is anxiously hoping that the cat she dubbed Princess will make an encore appearance. She mentions repeatedly, while we travel, that her heart is set on seeing "her" cat again; and she wants my reassurance.
"Gammie, do you think Princess will know I'm back in Oxford? Do you think she will visit us like she did last time?"
"I certainly hope so," I tell her, "but I can't promise anything." Silently, however, I say a prayer about the situation, knowing this is her heart's desire, and I surely don't want her tender heart broken.
We arrive at long last, relieved to be stretching our legs and to hug Nana. As I unload the car, Virginia is already looking all around for any sign of her beloved Princess. But the cat is nowhere to be found. After waiting over an hour or so for the expected visit, Virginia becomes despondent, a rare mood, indeed, for this child who almost always radiates joy.
"I have an idea, Virginia," I say, wanting desperately to cheer her up. "Let's take a walk down the street and see if we can find Princess. We never did figure out where she lives, but it has to be close by."
"Let's go, Gammie!" Virginia shouts, all smiles again.
We stroll leisurely up the road, peering into driveways and yards as we walk, hoping for a glimpse of Princess. That is when we meet up with not one, but two, other cats, one for whom seems taken with Virginia.
Virginia enjoys hanging out with the cats for a while, but is soon eager to resume our search for Princess. After we have walked for another twenty minutes, I tell Virginia it's time to go back to Nana's house. "Who knows?" I say. "Maybe Princess has already turned up there looking for you."
That theory seems to satisfy Virginia for the time being. Back we head to the house, not really looking for Princess any more. The moment we set foot on the stone patio in front of the house, we hear a timid meow behind us. We whirl around.
"Princess!!!" Virginia exclaims gleefully.
Sure enough. It's the prodigal returned home. And oh, what a welcome she gets!
The Lord has granted my granddaughter's heart's desire, and I offer a prayer of thanks.
Do you have a special memory of a time when God granted your heart's desire?