When one door is closed, look for the blessing in the opened door

I’d just started supper when the phone rang. My husband answered. “Really?” He said with the hard laugh he often uses when receiving bad news. “How big are the flames?” he asked, then paused for a beat. “Well, I better go look,” he replied, before hanging up his phone and grabbing a coat from the hook by the door. “They can see a fire from town. Looks like it’s farther north than our pasture, but…