I'm sitting in a coffee shop

I'm sitting in a coffee shop.

I woke up at 5:30 am this morning and got on the 6:30 am bus. I sat on a quiet, dark bus and then stood in an almost-morning-rush-hour-but-not-just-yet-that-busy skytrain. I walked down the street at 7 am and watched as car headlights passed by. I could hear the sound of my heeled black ankle boots click and clack down the sidewalk as I crossed the streets. When the cars stopped at the red light, it was the sole sound on a silent fall morning. I speedwalk with my hands in the pockets of my black overcoat that I had bought for myself with one of my first big paycheques. My fleece-lined tights and thick grey skirt keep me warm.

I sat in a coffee shop this morning, sipping my warm eggnog latte. I watched through the windows as the dark, black-blue sky became more of a light grey blue. I heard numerous greetings from baristas to coffee customers, various chatter and conversations from caffeinated characters. The almost empty coffee shop, now almost at capacity in just two hours. Cars fill the streets that previously felt barren.

I'm sitting in a coffee shop, and I'm trying to mentally schedule out three final group projects, all with various group dynamics, three final exams, various little tasks, and a job. Somehow, 12-hour days (although quite tiring) have started to become somewhat normal, and the most miraculous part of it all is that I feel carried through my long days. I wake up, thinking to myself, "How am I going to get through a whole day?"

It's evening now, and I've skipped school for the day. It's 7 pm, and I'm sitting in a fold-up chair in Langley, listening to a Scottish minister preach the Gospel. And what a lovely evening it was!

It's almost 11 pm now, and I'm sitting on my bed thinking about the day. I've had an early morning of online housekeeping, a late morning to afternoon chatting with a visiting minister and elder (well thankfully, I didn't do much chatting, but someone I love very much and hope to spend the rest of my life with, did the chatting for me), and I've spent the evening singing Psalms and hearing God's Word preached. I've learned about the 6 words that must be in this particular order, that sum up the entire Christian religion: God, Law, Sin, Grace, Christ, Law.

I can't quite comprehend today because it feels so unreal in the best way possible. I've sat in many marvellous and lovely places today, but the best place was sitting at Christ's feet, hearing His word preached, sitting with His people.

(I can't help but think about telling 16-year-old me about the day I just had- I can imagine her jaw dropping, probably wouldn't have even let me get through telling her the whole day since she'd be so fired up...her face redder than her firetruck red hair, but maybe... secretly... wanting that life for herself)