Arms wide open

Cheryl Cruce Guest Columnist I have heard it said, “We often see God in the way we see our earthly fathers.” I’m not sure if that is entirely true, but if it is, the summer of my sixteenth year began to turn the tide for me. My sister and her husband invited me to spend the summer with them in his home state of Michigan. At 21, they had customized a van to travel the country as he moved from one worksite to the next. That summer promised adventure. I packed my cutoff jeans, halter top