Day 164: Camo

A big truck. A guy in a camo jacket. A moment of hesitation. Then my question. He looked and then stopped, smiling at me. "Yeah," he said, laughing a little like that was a stupid question. But I couldn't pray for him right then, he said, putting a foot up into his truck. "I've got kids at home to get to," he said. So I told him I would pray for him later. He thanked me and drove off. Then I filled up with gas.