Climb Higher
Out of my kitchen window in Haiti was the most amazing view of the mountains. I was never able to capture their beauty from my camera, but this is a shot from our neighbor's back yard. Every morning, I would wake up and quote Psalm 121: I lift up my eyes to the hills-- where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. One observation I made right away in Haiti was the noise. Every morning around 4:00 am, the yard workers came to sweep the giant fallen palms out of our yards. This was actually before the hens began crowing. There were goats and pigs and peacocks. These are sounds I grew accustomed to and miss. However, the black birds there sound like screaming children and they "screamed" every dawn and dusk. There was the sound of our generator. Sometimes after midnight, we would hear the loud music far off in the mountains of a celebration or a voodoo ceremony. Sometimes, we would hear people down the mountain closer to town. So...