The Hidden Gift of Pain

I’d walked the same trails hundreds of times. But I wasn’t prepared for the shock of what awaited me that day. Instead of lush green prairie grasses and towering cottonwood trees in full-leafed glory, I saw burned earth and blackened tree limbs. For about a hundred yards ahead and to each side of my trail, black death covered my scenery with signs of a recent wildfire. It made me sick, seeing such abject destruction. Moments before I’d been walking with a spring in my step, inhaling the fresh Colorado air and bouncing to the music streaming through my earbuds. Then, … Continue reading The Hidden Gift of Pain