For the past 3-4 months a gentleman rides or walks by our house at various times a day. I don't know anything about him, but he looks downtrodden. Later he passes by again with a small bag.
It has been on my heart to pray for him.
Today on my walk I passed right by him. I looked into his eyes and smiled. His eyes looked sad and heavy with life. I don't know his story, but God does. I don't know his heart, but God does. I will keep praying for him, as God has called me too.
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