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Fatick |
This morning I decided to go to the market to check the mail and buy some bananas. Instead of riding the horse cart, though, I chose to walk. It afforded me a great opportunity to prayer walk as I was going. I do this often as well when I ride the horse cart. My first prayer was that of thanksgiving. I'm so thankful that God gave me the privilege of living in Fatick, working with wonderful teammates, and meeting these beautiful people. Join with me in my walk to see through my eyes all that was a part of my prayer walk.
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Students walking to school |
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Woman selling bread at her boutique |
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Woman headed to market to buy food for her lunch |
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Man delivering water to homes without water |
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Construction of new market building |
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One of my friends in the market who sells fabric |
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Talibe boys |
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Talibe boy begging |
Talibe boys are given by their families to a maribou. They live in poor conditions in single rooms packed full. They rise around 5:30 in the mornings to pray and then are taught by the maribou. Around 7:00 the will leave to walk the streets to beg. Any money and rice that they are given must be brought back to the maribou.
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Mosque |
The country of Senegal is over 95% Muslim
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Ladies shopping in the market |
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My tailor's helper
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My tailor
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After returning to my home, I began to think. Why is it we think of prayer walking mostly in other countries? Is this not something that can be done by all of us no matter where we live? I'm currently living in a country where many people are following another god and do not know Jesus as their Savior. This can be said even back in my home town; many people are following other gods. When I leave Senegal in a few weeks, I will continue to pray for these people even though I can no longer prayer walk here. However, that doesn't mean I need to stop prayer walking. The same could be said for all of us. Think about all the places where you and I walk every day: stores, parking lots, our jobs, schools, ball parks, etc. I plan to continue to prayer walk. Will you join me?
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