I just wanted my friend on Goodreads to know that I have faired well through the Colorado Flood. Our house is high and dry, although the town has been cut in half by the flooding river. My daughter is on the other side of the river, but all the bridges have been washed away.



I have friends, several different families, who are stuck in their homes up the canyon. The highway, which runs up into the Rocky Mountains, is washed away, in many places, all the way to Estes Park. Plus, my friends live in little communities where small bridges cross the river giving access into their neighborhoods. All of those bridges are gone. Telephone lines and cell phone towers are gone, so we are hearing very little from them.



So we sit and we wait for the rain to stop. Then, we will wait for the rescue helicopters to bring our friends down off the mountain. Then, we will wait for the water to recede. Then, we will wait for the bridges to be rebuilt and the roads to be repaired.



I believe that there is much pain and hardship yet to come. But, now we pray and we wait.