i dreamed there was a fountain

there's just something about standing at the bottom of a fifty foot waterfall and looking up into the sun that can't be put into words. photographs can't capture it. i've never even seen a painting that does it justice. the feel of the spray as it cools your body, tired from the scramble over rocks and tree roots. the sound of water hitting rocks that drowns out even your thoughts. the feeling that yes, those falls are huge, but we serve the One who made them.

by popular request (jenn), i'm totally changing subjects and listing my top five places i want to move once i have money saved up. they are, in no particular order:
-jinja, uganda
-sandpoint, idaho
-denver, colorado
-new york, new york
-washington, dc

check out these lyrics by john mark:

I dreamed there was a fountain
I dreamed there was a vein
That overcame the mountain
Like a condescending rain

With love that's bigger than Los Angeles
With a speed that overcame the pain
Of a thousand left hand promises
Made by thieves with their good names

There came a song upon a west wind
That kissed the lips of spoon-fed babes
Though ignorant inside their blessings
But it broke their hearts, and they sang

Come drink this water
Come drink this blood
Come and drink this love that you could not afford

I stood and looked across the waters
Of a great Atlantic sea
I saw my sons I saw my daughters
It's like they had no tears to weep

There came a song upon a west wind
That kissed the lips of spoon-fed babes
Though ignorant inside their blessings
But it broke their hearts, and they sang

Come drink this water
Come drink this blood
Come and drink this love that you could not afford


you can find the song on itunes, and a portion goes back to building wells for people in areas with unsafe drinking water.