While I was in Haiti last week, I woke up every morning by 5:30 AM to catch the sun as it rose over the horizon. Daily, I contemplated the mountains in my life and prayed for deliverance and peace. On this day I felt a breakthrough to the heavens like the opening in the clouds. I sang praises out loud and captured the moment with my camera.
I heard someone behind me as I was singing. It was Monsieur Joseph. I would see him nearly three times a day while I was walking around the mountain. He would announce his presence with a resounding "Ahem, Ahem, Ahem" and then blow into his conch shell with all of the breath in his lungs. The sound of his horn became synonymous with greetings, meal times, and laughter.
This day was different. Its as if he bid the sun to rise with the sound of blowing his horn. It was a God wink!
I heard someone behind me as I was singing. It was Monsieur Joseph. I would see him nearly three times a day while I was walking around the mountain. He would announce his presence with a resounding "Ahem, Ahem, Ahem" and then blow into his conch shell with all of the breath in his lungs. The sound of his horn became synonymous with greetings, meal times, and laughter.
This day was different. Its as if he bid the sun to rise with the sound of blowing his horn. It was a God wink!
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