She could hear the waves gently lapping against the shore. It was low tide. The sun was shining brightly creating sparkling glints of light off the surface of the water. She could see schools of small, vibrantly colored fish; red, green, orange, yellow even purple, swimming lazily just at the break of the waves, sunning themselves in their own tropical paradise.
All around her progress had happened. The rich, dense, red soil that was once home to sugar cane fields as far as the eye could see, gave way to stores, strip malls and condo’s. The long two lane road that offered one way in and one way out of town, had expanded years ago with the development. But this was Ewa, her Ewa, the Ewa she knew as a child and the neighborhood where her house stood was seemingly untouched by progress and time.
As she stood gazing at it, she was shocked by the sense of deep longing within her over being home. The house, made of cinder block, looked the same yet somehow weathered by the passing of almost 40 years. The backyard, once lush with deep, green grass and beautiful fragrant flowers and bushes growing over the chain link fence, was now dry and barren, a skeleton of its former beauty. She would change that. She would restore this garden to its past glory.
She had come to write and this time she would. Many years before, when she was a young twenty something, living on the mainland and newly divorced, she took a vacation, by herself, to the island of Kauai with the intention of writing. She longed to write a romance novel but that never happened. Her week long vacation had ended, she returned to the mainland with the desire to write tucked away in her heart. She pondered a verse, that lately had been consuming her thoughts; “God works all things together for the good of those who love him…”
Life happened. Some time after she returned to the mainland she met and married the man of her dreams, the man of her prayers, actually! They were blessed with three AWESOME kids, who now had families of their own and had blessed them with a bevy of grandchildren!
She loved being a Nannie, playing and cuddling with her nine grandchildren, whom she enjoyed reading Bible stories too and would spoil them with dessert before lunch or cookies for breakfast, and give nary a thought of the right or wrong of it as she handed her precious babies back to their parents, her children. Life had certainly come full circle.
Still, the thought of writing would tug deeply at her heart. Throughout the years she would pray, “Papa take me back to my childhood home, if it be your will.” And, here she was, standing in the backyard, her backyard, with visions of yesteryear and of what would be. “God works all things together for the good of those who love him…”
She was home.