It was enough

Rev. Cheryl Cruce Columnist It was one of those lazy Saturday afternoons in early spring when my daughter suggested we ride down to the river in the side-by-side. So, with my grandson tucked between us, we set off on our little adventure only to have it cut short by a flat tire. We hobbled our way back home, and instead of sitting along the riverbank, we found ourselves gathered around a picnic table in the backyard. Strangely enough… there was no disappointment in the change of plans. If a