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!”
“Gemme!”
“No!”
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.
Isn’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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Ah, such a good word here. Joining you on the hunt that continues forever and always…
Love you, Diane!
Thank you Kristen! Love you Too, sweet friend!
I do so enjoy coming to your site Diane! Lovely as always. Blessings!
Thank you Beth! I love having your comment and input! Thank you for your kind friendship!
I love “the ONE He loves” Makes it so much more personal. Adorable pic, too. Enjoyed your blog very much!
Thank you Susan, I’m so Glad to have you here! You are an encouragement to me!
Oh so cute, very encouraging entry.
Nice to meet you Sister! I am so glad you stopped by to visit!
I could practically hear their feet running through your house and your sigh over what you found there in your Bible. Love makes our heart sing. So glad you heard such a lovely chorus during Easter.
I wish you could have been with us Shelly, They would have had you laughing yourself into stitches!
Oh how precious will those “scribbles” remain as time marches on. For the Word is eternal and your sweet ones’ love notes to you are captured there forever.
Happy Easter.
Thank you Holley! They are treasures forever, and then, I’ll pass it down to them!