There is nothing more difficult than belting the Grands into their car seats and waving as the red taillights fade out of sight.  I sniff, as tears run  down – free falling onto my tee shirt.


All weekend we have followed the trail to the treasure of Easter eggs, Golden eggs, Sunday Bonnets and bubbles, which are caught up in the wind. She wore a new pink dress and his suspenders of blue held up his checked pant.


The next day we went to the Museum to see dinosaurs!


For five days I have settled them down for the night, only to awaken with their nose on mine, asking, “Gigi, are you awake?  Get up!”


There is no exhaustion more joyful than time with my grandchildren.


Their last morning here, we get up I pull out the jelly roll pan to make Piggy –in-a-blanket.  Soon, the three year old comes running from the den with little sister hot on his heels.


“No, Mine!”






An ink pen is the lust of the eye and desire of their hearts.


They try to explain, but I can’t understand, so I change the topic with the piggies-in-a-blanket and apple juice.  Then the car is pack and I am waving through tears at tail lights, until I cannot see them any more.


Easter weekend has ended and I am trying to bring order back into each room that has heard laughter and chatter for five days.


I pick up my Bible, which has been pulled from my desk on to the  floor and is open wide.  All over some of the pages are scribbles of ink.  The handwriting of a one and two year old.  Lines of love left behind for me to see.  Lines of love telling me how much fun they have with me, and how much I am loved. They write imaginary words telling of the love in their hearts.


Lines of love, written on pages of love, left behind for the one he loves.

_MG_3517Isn’t that how it really is?


He left His Word behind, which began in the thoughts of God, in the intension of His heart, and placed wide open for us to find.  He hides His Word, in the wide-open, for us to find.


Like an Easter egg hunt.


“It is the glory of God to conceal a matter; to search out a matter is the glory of kings.” (Proverbs 25:1 NIV)


He hides things for us to find.  It is God’s great Joy to have Easter Hunts for us through out the year.  It is His delight when we seeking Him and find Him in our everyday life.













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Diane W. Bailey is the founder of The Consilium – an online community of wisdom and purpose for women over 45 years of age. She is a published author. Her books include String of Pearls – From Tears to Treasure, and 30 Days To A Better Stepfamily. She creates her own line of precious metals bracelets. Diane lives in the Deep South with her husband Doc. Together they have created a stepfamily, each having two stepchildren and two birth children, and share three grandchildren, one black lab named Charlie and one long haired tabby cat named Lil Girl. Diane’s passion is to encourage women to be all God has created them to be by pressing past fear and daring to live life as an adventure. Some of her life adventures include traveling to Israel, speaking, entrepreneurship and backyard farming with Doc. She loves Gumbo, fried shrimp and seeing all sunsets across water.

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