
Gayle Pulliam
6 days ago4 min read
Let's Not Just Pass By
Two weeks ago I was walking down at the soccer fields near my house. I like to go there on Fridays to do my prayer walking because the mile-long sidewalk that skirts the fields is nice and level. I can think about what I'm praying without having to look out for uneven surfaces or potholes like I do when I walk on the street. Usually. That Friday was different. I had quickened my pace as I was approaching my last lap. There was a young man heading toward me traveling in the op
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