He was a little old man, filling up his mini-van with gas. His wife was waiting in the passenger's seat. It was a chilly night for mid-May, and he was wearing a jacket and an old ball cap with the Sherwin-Williams paints logo.
I asked if I could pray for him. He stepped right over to me where he could hear me. "I supposed you can," he said. So I prayed for a blessing for him. He thanked me. "I could use that," he said.
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