She is hiding in the tall wide-bladed grass that lines the wire fence.  In the tightly folded daisies and in the soothing late morning bird calls.  She plays peekaboo with me in the sun behind the clouds, in the pouring rain pelting the windows, and stepping slow by step by slow with my old dog. 

It is astounding that I don’t see Her some days.  As if I hold my hands over my eyes and scream, “I’M LOST!  Where are you!?”  She has to gently take my hands in Hers and softly whisper, “I am here.  I am always here.”

The trick of that phrase: “Ask and it is answered, seek and you shall find, knock and it is answered” is that you have to ask, seek and knock at every door.  The seeker only discovers the find on the journey.

I walk, ask, seek, and I am always in the find, the discovery, the treasure of the Presence of Her Divine Smile.