Watching my great-grandchildren scampering around with their Easter baskets, hunting for the goodies left by the bunny who hops around only once a year unlike most bunnies, I had a deja vu experience.

In my mind’s eye, I was the little hunter, then my children, and their children, and now my children’s children were gathering the hidden treasures. Had I really lived through four generations of yearly Easter egg hunts? Yes…and the realization was like Easter itself…a surge of renewal. I came alive to the sights and sounds of these delighted children and realized that because I live, they live. It was a humbling moment that carried me through the passage of time.

Will these blessed little beings one day watch their children’s children’s children share the joy of Easter? Only time will tell.

“…and may you live to see your children’s children.” Psalms 128:6