Where have the days gone?

Wow, November is here. the leaves are mostly turned and starting to fall to the ground for optimal crunching as one walks along the sidewalks and roadways of St. Louis. The sunshine is pouring in the windows beckoning me to spend every possible moment soaking it up in anticipation of the many cold days to come. People running by are almost pulling me out there to join them, soon enough, after church you better believe I will be hurrying to catch up to them. On the other hand as I sit here in St. Louis Bread Co, or Panera, to all you people from every other area of the U.S., I cannot help but relay my mix of emotions. On one hand, I sit here alone, tap, tap, tapping away on my keyboard. I look out and see other people conversing, enjoying the company of their friend, significant other, or family. The cutest father son combo you've ever seen just vacated the seats to my right, pulling on their helmets for the ride home. I see the other people here with their computers or papers splayed out in front of them seemingly deep in thought. Seemingly because I possibly appear the same way, but this train of thought not so intense as I imagine others may be as they attempt to stuff information into the recesses of their brain to pull out later for an upcoming test or project. Either way, we sit here alone and I cannot feel bad because just yesterday I was one who was here as a part of a family. We sat and ate and talked and enjoyed the day all day long. We were walking and seeing and experiencing as much St. Louis originalness as three gals could fit into a day, or as far as their legs would allow them to walk, whichever came first. I dare say the walking was the limiting factor as we felt it for sure and the hottub was a welcome relief at the end of the day.
But the next day is the worst I spose as I go back to being the one alone with the city as my back yard. Hmm...oh the gratefulness I feel for the modern inventions of telephone, internet, free wireless to at least give the feeling of being connected no matter the miles between us. Oh the praise I give to God above for the body of Christ alive and well all around the world. As I prepare to go to church, I look forward to the interaction I will have with people who overflow with His light and love and will feel a part once again for a little bit of something bigger than myself. I will get to escape to a safe place where I can sit and soak it up. No worrying about the next step, just trying to be, just breathing. Living with His presence with every breath. YHWH with every breath i breathe b/c He is just that, the breath of life.