While visiting my daughter in Colorado, the reality struck us that the Rocky Mountain wildfires were blazing, spewing smoke and ash into the air for hundreds of miles. This severe situation was no longer a photo from headline news. It smelled like a wood fire, as if roasting marshmallows at a campfire, but this was no family wiener roast awaiting tasty s’ mores. It was a raging inferno devouring precious trees, animals, and structures on Cameron’s Peak, and three others. Careless people caused three of the wildfires, while the fourth resulted from a lightning strike. These blazes threatened the very air my daughter and her family breathed in a nearby county. As we drove out of town, leaving her home for the campground, ash fell onto vehicles. The sky was ominously black with a sliver of orange on the horizon. Winds kicked up the ferocity of the fire, ravaging more and more territory. Firefighters wavered under the long, arduous days. We prayed for relief for the firefighters and the flames to be doused. Certainly, scores of others prayed with us.…