I've been a bit under the weather fighting a cold. I haven't been able to run, I'm grumpy, blah blah blah. I originally planned to blog about how awful this bug was, and then came this:
Thats a view of the Black Forest Fire from my parents church parking lot. Once again, Colorado is going up in flames, hitting another part of my hometown that is near and dear to my heart. The common cold is no longer a valid complaint when an estimated 100 homes have burned and more are in its path. It was also a sober reminder of the Waldo Canyon fire from last summer. A few family friends lost their homes.
Its heartbreaking that we seem to be facing another summer of precarious fire danger. I assumed Waldo was an anomaly; a random event that would assure Colorado Springs would be safe from fire for a few years, at least. The city paid its dues, after all. But sadly, Acts of God don't work that way, and once again C Springs fights a massive and elusive fire.
My parents are a stones throw from the evacuation area. Tonight they are safe and well, taking inventory of their home, packing a few things and rounding up their cats in case they get the call.
So I'm going to be grateful for my sniffles.
Isaiah 41:10 (NIV): So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.