fire.

Growing up, I was terrified our house was going to catch on fire. I watched the Sesame Street episode about fires and how Maria's house burned down and the little kid (who's probably like 35 today) knew exactly what to do. Crawled under the smoke. Out the window. To safety. And then in the next scene, the house was fine.

Not the case for so many people in Colorado Springs today.

A terrifying fire has touched the lives of all of my co-workers in the Springs. This morning our offices there are under the mandatory evacuation. I've seen some of the most terrifying photos come across my facebook feed of homes burning around the people taking them. These are people that I know. That I love. And some of them are leaving their homes for the last time.

This weekend at church, we talked about faith. And how in everything, God is still God. He can be trusted, even in the middle of complete and total tragedy.

But honestly, that's hard to say when you're losing everything.
And that's the thing about God... He's big enough to handle our anger. our questions. our doubts.
And He's still God.