Our beautiful Colorado is on fire. The forests we rambled through as children are gone now. Hundreds of homes have been consumed, and the blaze continues to inch towards larger cities.
There are times in life when it finally dawns on you how a turn of phrase arose. "Heart-wrenching." It's a funny set of words. But with my leaky-faucet eyes and the deep pain in my chest, nothing seems more apt.
Please pray for our home state.
The Flying W Ranch is a place where some of my favorite memories took place, and yesterday it burned. On our cross-country road trips this cassette played on repeat, and I'm still not tired of it. Pretty good stuff if you ask me. You can hear a few more of their songs here.
