Beyond Here Ther'd Be Monsters

July 21st,
 

  It seems unfitting and even depleting of zeal to write empathetically and spiritually repetitious entries and yet equally as anti-climatic to retain to palpable practicality and factual happenings. This in-balance has been unavoidably impending since the origination of an individual journal, which, is only the ones mind now in writing.  Although, as obvious as it may sound, there weighs a certain need or perhaps irking desire, for the unsaid but unaffected crave for a pleasurable diversity within the topical subjectivism of the writing.

  An early hour marked my awakening none due to my previous amount of sleep.  By the hour of nine a.m. I had planned out the day's schedule, prepared for the day, practiced music for the service and set up quite a few sound props.  As the midday passed I had seen several of my good friends pass through the most substantial doorway of their sanctification in their christian walk by being baptized; uncluding Logan, Matt, Cayla and a few others.  If you've ever read an old map you might realize the edge would say "beyond here ther'd be monsters".....that was my evening to be quite honest, many pond jumps,  some volleyball, football, frisbee, and hangin'.  I had a chance to hang out with my two great friends from spain Xabier and Nora.  As the evening came to close I found a few burgers and hot dogs going in and some yawns going out.  I barely made it through our Young Adults study but that's alright. It's now 11:57 and I have still an entire month schedule to write out and potentially three letters I should be writing.   The way I see it being with my family (all of you guys) is worth countless hours of lost sleep. And yeah I have no clue what "beyond here ther'd be monsters" has to do with my evening.