“I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”-Psalm 121: 1-2 (NIV)
As I prepare to leave, I am loathe to leave my mates who have been my soul connects on this voyage. I am grateful to them as I return to the mainland in a few hours. I look to the east for the sun; toward the west as the blue moon sets; to the south for Kiluea- my spirit now and to the north to the green of the mountains. I prepare to soar with God’s help; with hope that I can be his instrument. I am changed with every step and prayer.