It rained here Sunday night. A LOT! Deluge would not be an exaggeration. It pounded on the roof and brought the children down from their rooms.
My Facebook page went crazy with friends all over town posting about the rain. Everyone was "liking" everyone's rain related statuses (or is it stati?). No matter. We were beyond excited! I even heard that in some parts of town, people were cheering in the streets. An entire community overjoyed about water falling from the sky.
Unfortunately, very little of it fell on the fire. A sprinkle here or there. It was so close. Painfully close. Some might say it was a cruel joke of Mother Nature. Or wonder why, after 2 weeks worth of prayers offered by so many people, God couldn't have just pushed that rain a little further west. I don't know the answer to that.
I do know that God doesn't always answer prayers when we would like Him to, or in the way we would like Him to. But He always does something to remind us that He's still there--that He hasn't abandoned us. And that's what last night's rainstorm was. Not exactly what we were looking for. But a reminder that He hasn't forgotten about us.
The fire is still burning, but there wasn't a lot of smoke tonight. Just a beautiful sunset. Maybe it was another reminder.
I think 20 years from now, when we talk about this fire, the best stories--the ones we'll remember the most--will be the stories about how it rained like crazy one night and the whole town was cheering and crying and celebrating together. For every story of loss and heartache, there will be a story about someone who lent a helping hand. There will be stories about the thank you signs, and people lining the streets every night to cheer for the firefighters returning to town at the end their shifts. That doesn't happen everywhere you know.
The incident commander called the community support "outstanding." I have a friend whose husband is here fighting the fire. In a recent email she told me he got to experience the people lining the streets and that "it was something to be seen. He was impressed & grateful. He's been on a lot of big fires & only a couple times he has seen the community like that. It's really special."
Thirteen years ago, my husband and I were making plans to move from Canada to Fort Collins so he could attend graduate school. I worked at a store that catered to tourists. One day a woman from Fort Collins came in. When she found out I would be moving soon, she gave me her name and phone number and told me to call her when I got here--she'd show me around town. I'm inclined to call her a complete stranger, but obviously she didn't see it that way. I never took her up on her offer. Even after living in Canada for five years, I guess I was taken aback by someone so friendly. It was my loss, I'm sure.
I'm tired of this fire. I'm sure everyone else is too. But today I'm reminded of how much I love this place and the people who live here. And I'm pretty sure, when this fire is finally out, that we're going to be even nicer, more special, and more outstanding than we were before.










































