“The breeze seemed to stall out for a while, so I gave this sailboat a little push with my big toe.” I was being creative with my camera as I snapped photos of my feet, leisurely crossed at the ankles. Fifty feet down to my right, Kalapaki Bay was a sea of calm. Usually waves crash against a cliff face and water spews upward across a pile of lava boulders, leaving tide pools in its wake. Not so today. Even the ocean was observing Sunday as a day of rest. A rustic sailboat bobbed on the quiet water, barely floating on a whisper of air.

It was a gloriously sunny afternoon. Gerald was dozing on the twin wicker chaise lounger next to me. Our view above the bay on the lanai from our cliffside retreat was heaven-sent rolling into our final week at the vacation condo. This is God’s love in action. Quiet waters; restoring the soul.