I was barely seventeen when I came to Maui eighteen years ago. Now, as a thirty five year old woman preparing to leave my island home indefinitely, I have been reflecting on those days so long ago. There has been so much to be grateful for that its overwhelming. Its been a wildly rich season- in joy and heartbreak, trial and transformation, laughter and tears. In everything, I have been carried along by God's grace. In everything, He has worked for my good.
I am just...blessed. So many times over.
My heart is looking at the horizon, even as I soak in the last days here... I hoped to soak in the sun, but alas, its been just plain soaking: its been pouring rain. But in less than a week, tropical rain will feel very far away: they are forecasting snow this week for Vancouver.
Seasons change. Even if you have long lived in the land of endless summer.
Many moons ago- in the Fall of 1998
