As usual for my morning ritual, I woke up late, assembled myself, and managed to catch the bus for work.  Today happened to be one of the better days, though.  I got a seat on the bus instead of standing, and the weather was sublime (low 60s, low humidity, sunny), to name two.  Off the bus I noticed I wasn't going to catch the walk sign a block away so I took my time getting there. 

A guy walking with me said, "You walk as if you don't have a care in the world!  You've got a spring in your step.  You're not carrying anything.  Honestly, I don't know why I carry what I do."  I surveyed myself and found myself to be in a good mood, jacket open, hands in my pockets, my only item my Bible hidden in my jacket, and walking at a leisurely pace.  He himself had a man-purse and was walking considerably faster.

I replied, "It's another day at work, the weather is fine, and the Lord has saved my soul.  No matter what horrors are happening in the world or will happen to me, I know God is in control and I am His."

Actually, I didn't say the last part, but two minutes later I wished I had.  He saw something different about me, and upon reflection, my ease of heart is because of the Lord.  But I didn't say that.  I had just finished reading how Gideon was chosen and used by God to deliver the people He loves from those who would do harm to them (Judges 7 thereabouts).

Considering how my heart desperately yearns to tell everybody about the salvation of the Lord, it astounds and boggles me why my mouth locks up when just such opportunities arise.

Perhaps I'll see him again.  I don't know if he takes the same bus as me.  If he does, he'll probably see me reading the Bible and perhaps connect the dots.  Better:  I'll have an opportunity to share my real secret in person.