They go crazy for it. When they hear me opening the plastic sandwich bag, they barrel through the backyard and come racing up the stairs. Once they make their way into the kitchen, they sit well behaved, waiting for David to say his line. Laughing like a schoolboy each time he gets to say, “Mom is cutting the cheese!”
But I’m not always cutting the cheese. Sometimes I’m opening a bag of apples. Yet, Zorro gratefully takes an apple slice instead. He looks at me as if to say, “I love apples. Thank you.” Or if it’s left overs, Mya will put her head next to my hip and look at me like, I was hoping for cheese, but I’m just glad to be here with you.
They don’t always get what they anticipate. But whether it’s the holy grail of cheese or something else in the plastic bag, Mya and Zorro come expectant, filled with hope, and always glad to be a part of the festivities.
Oh Lord! I want to have a heart like this, I do. When I come racing into the throne room expectant of what You are preparing, yet discover You are planning something different, I want to be appreciative—happy just to be a part of what You are doing. I want to lovingly sit at Your feet and proclaim, “Even though it’s not cheese, I’m thrilled to be here with You.”
Grow a contented heart in me.