When the weather took a cooler turn, I attempted to get back to walking a few times a week. The temp was bearable but the dust was not. With every step, a dust cloud was formed. It reminded me of an old song.
“There’s a promise coming down that dusty road” was a popular song by Karen Wheaton when I was young. I couldn’t get it out of my mind on my dusty walk. I could imagine the dust cloud formed by Jesus and his entourage as they walked into town.
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