The Crossing

Never let it be said that God doesn’t have a sense of humor or a curious way of teaching you something.  This is precisely what happened when Ted and I went for a walk in the woods of Pine Beach on a chilly autumn afternoon.

Ted and I had taken a trail that lead to a lake with a small creek.  We could see that the heavy rain had washed away a makeshift bridge.  There was only the long beam of wood and some small pieces left.  The bridge was made by Ted’s son and his friend Kevin.
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