Good night, Seth. " "So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor. "I'm not running. " The other boot hit the floor. "Really?" "Really. It's just—" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. "Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you. " He paused, waiting.
The price of our non-discipleshi p is high for those without Christ.