Psalms 46 - Be Still and Know

March 29, 2026 - La Casa de Alvarico - Sunday - 12:12 am  

In light of the Kona Storms that hit the Hawaiian Islands over the last (2) weeks.

Psalms 46 - Be Still

MY BELOVED – THE COMMUNITY AND ALOHA

My beloved,

There are moments when nature feels overwhelming—loud, disruptive, and beyond control.

The storms come in, the land shifts, and for a while everything feels unsettled.

We see the devastation; We see the mess; We see what has been broken; and it’s easy to stay there…

to question, to feel frustrated, to not understand the bigger picture.

But if we stay there, we miss what is happening right in front of us.

Because after the storm, I see the people.

I see the community rise.

I see what it truly means to mālama ʻāina—to care for the land, not because we own it, but because we are connected to it.

Not ownership… but stewardship.

Not obligation… but love.

And I see mahalo in a way that goes deeper than words.

Not just a simple “thank you,” but a grateful heart that recognizes we are not alone in this.

I see it in the small things.

A simple shaka from across the road.

A wave from someone we may never meet again.

A smile that quietly says, we’re going be okay.

A hug that holds just a little longer.

A honi—breath to breath—reminding us that life itself is shared.

I see people pausing for prayer…

some in the name of Jesus,

some in silence,

others simply standing in respect.

And still… there is unity.

I hear Hawaiian chants rising—not for performance, but for grounding.

I see hula—not for show, but as story, as memory, as connection.

I feel the gift of a lei placed gently around the neck—

not just a gesture, but an offering of love, honor, and presence.

No labels.

No titles.

Not just Christianity, not just religion, not even belief systems being spoken out loud.

Just people… loving people.

And in that, I see God.

Not forced.

Not announced.

But present.

Present in the hands that help.

Present in the hearts that soften.

Present in the quiet moments where strangers become family.

He appears through people as themselves.

Not perfect.

Not polished.

Just willing.

And this… this is the true meaning of Aloha.

Not just a greeting.

Not just a word.

But love that comes from the heart and moves outward—

in a shaka,

in a wave,

in a chant,

in a prayer,

in a lei,

in the way we show up for one another.

So maybe the bigger picture isn’t just the storm.

Maybe it’s what rises after.

A community that chooses love.

A people that care for the land and for each other.

A quiet reminder that even in disruption, there is restoration.

And in that restoration…

there is hope.

PRAYER

Heavenly Father,

As we see the storm, we see the devastation.

We see the mess.

We see the power of nature that has torn through the land.

But in this moment… we pause.

We take a breath.

Ha… the breath of life.

We inhale—slowly—filling our lungs until we can take in no more.

We hold it… just for a few seconds more…

And then we release…

Hasaa…

Again…

Ha…

The ancient breath.

The reminder that You gave us life, and You sustain it still.

And as we breathe, we begin to see differently.

We see You in everything.

In the land.

In the people.

In the community.

In our village.

Right now, we wait for You in this moment.

Waiting for Your presence.

Waiting for Your still, soft voice.

Because in being still, we know that You are God.

You are here.

You have always been here.

As we gather in this quiet moment, we come before You.

We intercede for everyone—

for those who have lost,

for those who are hurting,

for those who are weary.

Lord, we confess.

We confess our faults.

We confess the moments when we do not love Your people well.

The moments when loving is hard… when our hearts feel tired, distant, or closed.

But even there… You meet us.

So we ask for pervasive hope—

a hope that finds us right here.

A hope that reminds us You never left.

And not only that…

but a hope that moves us.

Show us the practical ways to be found in You.

To show up.

To love.

To serve.

Let us be Your hands and feet.

“Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?”

Lord, let our hearts respond—

Send me.

We love You with an everlasting love.

And in all of this…we pray.

Amen… and Amene. 💕