“I found God in the middle of Nicaragua. It was on a very high point in Cusmapa and looked over what seemed like forever. The sound of cicadas was so prominent, nothing else could be heard. They were all buzzing as if singing to God. Every night I went to watch the sunset and every single night, just as the sun started to make its way behind the mountains, the cicadas would start as if it was their ritual to worship God, providing peace throughout the mountains.”
Submitted by Elizabeth H.