...As the first lady Eleanor Roosevelt put so perfectly, yes: poor Niagra. The pounding, crushing energy of the falls at Foz do Iguaçu is overwhelming. Every emotion is augmented there- awe, power, fear... White mist envelopes everything, and as you walk closer to the falls, so are you. The green grasses and trees glisten with water and butterflies fly up from the trail ahead. I watched as birds of all types and sizes flew in and out of the white cloud rising from the falls- soaring and floating for no reason at all but to play. Walking up to the falls and looking over the edge, a strange and foreign sensation overtakes you- and you suddenly feel the temptation to jump; to fall with the water and be enveloped in the roar.
A plaque on the path to the falls had this verse inscribed in it:
"Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than the waves of the sea, the Lord on high is mighty." Psalm 93:3
This verse made me stop and wonder... many times. Looking at the raw power of the falls, and the imagining what kind of power cracked the earth to make it- I cannot imagine anything mightier. How awesome, how mighty is He that created it?
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