The Inevitable

Certain things in life are inescapable. Such is the nature of time with friends, ill prepared work sessions, and the daily agenda. For better or for worse, the ascertained sow becomes the determined harvest. Tomato plants will always yield tomatoes; apple trees will always bear apples; and well spent time with friends always leads to a delightful sensation of familiar giddiness at the time of its termination. A short-lived high followed by the symptoms of "Goodbye Syndrome," at which point one always ponders when paths will cross once again, if there has been anything forgotten, and how long it will take for your very welcome guest to make his or her exit. In effect, it is always a positive to know there are consistent tendencies in an otherwise disorderly series of life.

This morning initiated with church preparation: shower, dress, and wasted time. After a few extra minutes were out the door and looking forward to a socialization dubbed "Waffle Breakfast" at New Life Fellowship. Food was good, life was great, expectations were high, and associate friends were near. Laughter and stuffed bellies, smiles and pulled out chairs, on the move and butts in plastic saddles. Waffles downed after eggs and sausage, apple juice down and biblical study ahead. Time moves along as steadily as it always has.

A few steps of varying swag deliver us to the upstairs game room. Past the air hockey table and around the initially misplaced, eventually comfortably enclosed couch. Seats are retaken as they have been many a night and morning, and small talk was made as it most always superfluously be performed. Realist cynicism spiced with sarcasm gradually becomes the study of the mighty warrior and friend David. Words come to life and the mind is engaged. David was less softy Sunday School than he was bloody and gruesome Troy. A giant slain, a head borne, a friend gained, an enemy acquired sets the scene. David and Jonathan, friends through thick and thin, kindred "one-in" spirits facing life side by side. Calamities overcome, tragedies faced, and sacrifices made. Life wasn't as easy as Sunday School pictures tell and not near as inaccessible. Game room becomes barracks; classmates, comrades. Study initiated, stairs descended, we're ready to wait for the sermon.

Minutes go by, worship begins, divine connection aroused. Music transmutes to a mere tool, hearts are drawn together. Praises raised, souls united, beings opened. All in all offered, immensely satisfactory joy received. We directly exercise our purpose to the best of our respective ability. Worlds are forgotten and heaven is come. Fifteen minutes later, all is drawn to a close and mentalities are ready para aprender.

Sermon surpasses and simultaneously passes.

Nosebleed, fortunate assistance from a nearby fatherly figure.
Gracias, senor.

Worship preparation discussed. Unexpected compliment that is accordingly appreciated most. Hit the house. Homework initiated and music available. Guests arrive. Party time.

Estrogen overload, work disorganization, shaky conclusion. No worshipful connection. Snack food downed, Phantom of the Opera reenacted. Spiritually and musically, falsetto enabled.

Blokus, Cade's adorable secret mission. Huckleberry Finn, final pages rushed.

Estrogen skyrockets as Downton Abbey kicks off. Mr. Joel Garrell saves the day.

Discussion follows, time passes. Sweet friendships built. Memories recollect.

Exhaustion commences.

Journal entry dimuendos.

Good night world of 12:03 AM, Monday, 2/13/2012.