Today Steve was in meetings all day, so I walked by myself along Niagara River past the American Falls and all the way to the edge of Horseshoe Falls. It is a bucket list experience. Besides the obvious natural wonders, it is a veritable United Nations of cultures, costumes, and languages. I barely heard a word of English, though I am in Canada. As you near Horseshoe Falls, a baptizing mist rises from the falls below, covering everyone with equalizing grace.
“He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons.” Acts 14:16
And we are all lost in amazement at the thundering glory that is Niagara Falls.
The AuthorHolly Newman
Imperfect follower of Jesus, wife to the greatest guy in the world, Mom to five wonderful grown children, and happy Nana to their ten littles. Having grown up in the Deep South, I retain a love for all things Southern. I became an amateur cultural anthropologist during a significant time living in SE Asia and still get to travel the world on mission and for fun with my sweetheart. I love asking questions, cooking for my family, helping women breastfeed, walking in the woods, eating biscuits, and having deep conversations about things that matter. On my wishlist are reading more, playing the piano, painting watercolor scenes, figuring out my awesome camera, and writing to soothe my soul.