When I was a child on O’ahu, the Ko’olau Mountains would always make me freeze in my tracks. No matter what I was doing in the car, the first sight of the mountains would make me stop and stare out the window. I would stand at the foot of the mountains and turn my face up until my neck could bend no further. I would look at the mountains, the sky, and the mist for countless moments and say nothing. Although I had no words for what I was feeling, even as a child, my soul was reacting to the majesty of God’s creation. To this day, when I return to the Ko’olau Mountains, I am quieted and humbled. I am still and I feel the power of my God.
Copyright: Living off Island, writingwahine, 2014.