As a former resident and, hopefully, a future resident of Pagosa Springs, I was inspired to share a few of my impressions when I first moved to this special town:
I recently arrived at Pagosa Springs, a small town in southern Colorado. It’s incredibly beautiful here. I love the amazing views of snow-capped mountains. I love the lakes filled with swans, ducks and loons. The ducks swim in a synchronized manner. They swim in a v-shape, dip their heads into the water together and come up simultaneously. Colorful birds inhabit this area, such as bluebirds, magpies, and robins. My favorite, the eagle, swoops down to catch fish in the lake with such ease. Then there are the snow-covered meadows that melt into bright green grass for the horses and cows to munch on. I love the purple columbines and other flowers that bloom here in the spring.
What I love the most about this place are the people. There’s a church on every corner of this town with a population of 12,000; numerous Christians live here. Most seem to “walk the walk.” When they learn I have extremely low income due to my unfortunate situation, they offer me furniture and other necessities. They call or stop by to check on me. Some churches offer me food or gas cards until I’m able to get on my feet.
People smile and wave to each other. They’re not too busy to chat and listen to stories and hurts we all have in our lives. They’re so helpful. If I ask a question, they might just give me more information than you ask for! They love their community and their country and work for common causes, such as child abuse and environmental concerns. They socialize with potlucks, dances, concerts, and many other activities.
While hanging out at one of my favorite coffee spots, I meet a hotshot firefighter who has arrived to be prepared for forest fires that occasionally come into this area. He’s young, strong and courageous. I admire him and the other heroes that protect us here, such as sheriffs and highway patrol officers. They often put their lives on the line to ensure our safety.
The doctor I visit here gives me her complete attention and hugs me as I leave her office. She tells me where she attends church and invites me to visit. This kind of kindness has never happened to me in my life!
Another professional is providing a place for my son and me to stay. He hardly knows us, but he and his wife are opening up a small apartment to us. He charges only what I can afford at this time. What a blessing!
A salesperson I meet takes care of my son while I go to an appointment. She, too, barely knows us, but she buys him lunch at McDonald’s and a toy and candy at the nearby retail store.
My friend, Betty, offers a little cabin on her property for my son and me to use during our stay. She makes certain it’s the one earmarked and decorated for writers and lets me write on the wall!
I develop a relationship with my neighbor, an 89-year-old World War II veteran, named Bruce. He takes me to the “Senior Prom” and treats me like a lady. We often spend dinner time together and he shares all his experiences, pictures and his journal with my son and me.
A Realtor has spent an hour helping me to explore what homes and mortgage options are available here. She seems to care about where we might live and work.
The list goes on and on.
Yes, I have been blessed in this small town. I thank the Lord for the small town heroes that demonstrate how we need to live as Christians — helping each other, listening to each other and thinking of others before ourselves. May God bless them all!
“Dear friends, let us continue to love one another, for love comes from God.” I John 4:7a.
Prayer: Lord, help us to love one another as you love us with your unconditional love. Thank you also for small town heroes who will do anything to help those in need. Amen.
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