Haa low? Haa low?

Haa low? Haa low?
Johane has tried numerous times to use the telephone and call her family in haiti. Since she doesn't know the international code, I am spared the challenge of hiding all the phones. She seemed very thoughtful today and kept asking me "something" . I tried very hard to figure it out. We even wrote it out so I could look it up.
I believe she wanted to talk with her family. I ran it past papa Gran (Dennis) and he responded with, you know, that isn't an unreasonable request at all. Lets try it.

I don't know what it cost...but some things are priceless. Like hearing her fathers voice saying Haa low? haa low? Johane? Kouman ou ye? (How are you?) Then they talked for a bit. Wi, M'wen kontan (yes, I'm happy).

A little later, the phone rang again...a florida call? Hello? In a heavily accented voice I realized that it was a haitian family member (Mom or sissy or both). Let me get Johane pou ou (for you).

My little haitian princess was happy as a clam. After she hung up she climbed into my lap for a little snuggle time. I think she really misses her family. I know that she usually sleeps with her twin in a family bed. How brave and daring of her to be in America.
Thank you Lord for this brave little girl and her willingness to be in a land, not her own. Bless and keep her Lord, and give her the desires of her heart.
Thank-you Jesus. Amen