One of my most favorite stories to tell about the presence of God is when my wife and I decided to watch the sun set one summer afternoon a couple of years ago. We had packed every local's favorite beach meal - musubi and fried chicken - and headed to a somewhat secluded beach on the northwestern shores of our island.
By the time we got there the sun was on its way down and the air had begun to chill. It was too cold to get in the water, so we sat on a short wall created by a barrier and simply watched the activity going on at the beach.
There was a family whose children were digging a large hole in the sand while their mother held their younger sibling, her eyes watching her husband as he floated in the water. Not too far in front of us there was a couple laying on the sand, snuggling and cuddling, unaware of the other 8 people on the beach. There was a diver in the water looking for something to catch, and if we squinted we could see down the stretch of beach another couple walking along the shoreline.
My wife and I didn't say much to each other, choosing instead to take in the silence around us. We could hear the waves gently rolling onto the beach and birds of all kinds singing in the air. The beach sits at the foot of a mountain so if we looked behind us we could watch, and hear, the breeze gently shimmer the leaves on the trees. A very beautiful time in an awesome space of creation.
It's times like that I absolutely know we have a creator and I absolutely know that creator is with us; always and forever.
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