So I think we can officially call it a miracle.

We just found out my parent's home survived the High Park Fire.  2 of 8 on their road.  It has been such a long week for me--praying and worrying and talking on the phone...mourning the Colorado that I miss and love and will never get back again.  I can't imagine what it has been like for Coloradoans, my parent's neighbors, and my parents.

This is one of those times that I feel like I need to be like the Israelites of old, and build an altar in the desert--to remember what God did for us--to remember that he saved my parent's home.

This is a picture that I snipped for you all, so that you could see how God protected them.  The yellow lines are roughly the outline of Mom and Dad's acreage.  I blacked the road names out.  The little yellow dots and squiggles are buildings.  The red shading and the red outline was not done by me--it is the fire.  Can you see what I see?  I want to cry and laugh at the same time.

This is the map backed out.  Do you SEE the red everywhere?  All of that has burned.  I just flat out have to say it.  God saved my parent's home. Only 2 in that upper area remain. 

I know that this picture does not even begin to tell the story.  So let me try one more time.

There is just not a lot of areas that did not burn.  My parent's home and property was one of them.
Thank you for praying for them.  God has been good to them.  He doesn't have to be good to us.  But he is. He loves us, and he continues to give my parents a future and a hope.  I am so thankful.

p.s.  If I have performed some grave error that allows my parents's address to be pinpointed easily, please let me know.  I've tried to be vague-yet-specific here.