I, the Lord of wind and flame
I will tend the poor and lame
I will set a feast for them
My hand will save
Singing these words of the hymn Here I Am, Lord choked me up yesterday. I was thinking of all the folks affected by the western wildfires. My heart particularly breaks for the folks around Colorado Springs as they deal with the Waldo Canyon Fire.
I’ve written many times of our summer forays into Colorado to escape the West Texas heat. The post Mountain Mysteries recalls the crazy creatures living around these high country lakes. The area around Colorado Springs, particularly the little town of Woodland Park is dear to our hearts. This land is intricately woven into the tapestry of our family history….all the way back to the Texan’s grandfather.
|our summer community|
Our friendly fishing community has been evacuated because of the current fire danger. Makes me think of being there just a week ago and of a serene evening walk with the Sprout and the Grandson.
Mom, can you smell that smell? (after a light, evening shower) Can you smell the dirt mixed with the pine trees?
Inhaling deeply. Sure can….there’s no other fragrance like it.
We strolled silently enjoying the beauty of nature and the wonder of that smell. Could we bottle it and bring it home with us?
We’ve been blessed to have a little summer home in the mountains. Sure, I worry about it….but I have no real cause for complaint or sympathy. I’ve relished every moment spent close to God in the mountains. For those folks who live and work there……my prayers and thoughts are with you. So far, so good. Godspeed and God bless the brave firefighters.
Safe love to all.