May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. ~Psalm 19:14
When granddaughter, Virginia, presents with her drawing that I feature in the previous post, she also gives us this bag of rocks. ROCKS??? What, you might ask, do rocks have to do with missing your grandparents?
But I know their significance immediately.
When Virginia is younger, and frequently staying over at our house, she loves to collect rocks wherever we go. She is especially intrigued by the stones her Papa (aka Danny) places in various spots in our yard to help control erosion and encourage more moss growth.
Mind you, I don't let her collect too many of these at any given time as that would defeat the purpose of the rock piles, but I do encourage her to look for the prettiest ones.
I've saved most of the stones she has gathered in a special container. As you can see, we have a moment of whimsy with two of them.
But here are Virginia's special "gems."
We collect, or rather I buy, these during our several visits to the Southern Museum of Civil War and Locomotive History located right here in Kennesaw. These are the only items of interest to her in the gift shop, and Gammie is relieved she doesn't ask for more expensive items!
Virginia's gift of rocks is a loving acknowledgement of fun times spent with her grandparents. When I ask if she would like us to add this thoughtful collection to one of Papa's stone paths, she is absolutely delighted. I tell her I'll find a separate area in need of stones so we'll always know they came from her.
And every time we look at them, we'll think of her, and the deep, rock-hard love we have, and will always have, for one another.