Victoria Falls.
You imagine its magnitude, but don’t know it until you see it, experience it.
When I went to the Zambian side, we almost didn’t go across the bridge because it went right over the falls and we knew from the sight of the mist, so cloudy at times that you couldn’t see the falls, that we would be soaked. After debating for a moment, Lesley, myself, and Harold’s son Moses decided to go for it. We held hands and began to cross the narrow bridge. Soon , we all looked to our right and to our left, realizing that there was a huge rainbow right under us. At that, I didn’t care how wet I was getting. I stood in awe. After crossing the bridge we went to almost all of the viewing spots and instead of holding back, I couldn’t help but stand in the mist.
Later, remembering the incredible experience, I realized that I so often hold back from God, not giving myself fully to Him and His purposes. Not letting His Holy Spirit soak me. But other times, I do. Once I have seen His glory and truly allowed the spirit to drench me, I want nothing more, but more of Him.
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