Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls;
All Your waves and billows have gone over me.
The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime,
And in the night His song shall be with me—
A prayer to the God of my life. – Psalm 42:7-8
On our recent cruise to Bermuda, Rebekah and I “went dark” for a few days, intentionally staying off the phone, the Internet, the blog, Facebook, and every other distraction from the reason we were out there, floating around on the giant buffet. The idea was to renew, refresh, recalibrate, restore, and regenerate. We didn’t quite achieve all that, but we did give it our best try!
Now we’re home again I’d like to share some posts about the cruise, and paste in some of the amazing images I captured. The problem is, there’s so much to think about and share from life as it happens right now! So I guess I’m going to have to squeeze in some extra posts. So hold on, keep your eyes open, and try to keep up!
BERMUDA: Bermuda lies 665 miles east and a little south of Cape Hatteras, North Carolina. We steamed into the Royal Naval Dockyard around lunchtime on our second full day, and were immediately impressed by the azure blues of the sea and the beauty of the island.
Hanging off the rail on the promenade deck as we drew close, I could see some unusually fast-moving sails in the distance. The vessels obviously weren’t motorboats, but they seemed to be crossing the bay too rapidly for sail.
When we got closer to one of the yachts I could see close to 20 crew and a New Zealand flag. Later I learned the America’s Cup trials are being held in Bermuda this month! I saw some of the high-tech racing craft moored on the shoreline in Hamilton.
That evening, after a delightful dinner in the main dinning room, Rebekah and I boarded a glass-bottomed sightseeing boat for a twilight tour that took us around Bermuda and into the lagoon that protects the island from the open Atlantic.
Looking under the boat was cool, but it was more interesting on deck; we watched the sun go down, the colors in the sky come out, and the magical, silvery, luminescent blue of the lagoon.
You can tell from the pictures how captivating Bermuda can be. There’s a gentle, invitational restfulness about the island that seemed to be whispering, “You’re here to relax and to recharge; this is just the place; why don’t you stay for the summer…?”
Well of course we didn’t; but I can look at these photographs, and I can make my way back to the water. “Deep calls to deep,” the scriptures say, and of that I have no doubt.
By the time we arrived back to our cruise ship it was past dark. Our small boat was packed with people, but we were completely quiet as we absorbed the beauty and the tranquility of the bay.
Something was calling to us, and in an unmistakable clear voice. I wonder how many recognized the voice of the Creator?
“Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls; All Your waves and billows have gone over me…” – Psalm 42:7