Post No. 23

Lets see, Sunday is the first day of a new week. I woke up this morning feeling well rested. The late night before had no effect on me. Got a little lost on the way to go see our first minor league baseball game in Texas!! It was the San Antonio Missions vs...the other guys. Not sure what they were called. But in the end our home team lost by 1. Never the less that didn't stop the fireworks from going off after the game. The one thing I remember the most was that there was a kid right behind me saying the word "DUDE" with extreme enthusiasm every time a firework exploded. It was good to hear someone like watching fireworks as much as I do.
Visiting the small town of Pearall Texas, was very eventful. I do mean to say small. There are only two places I've ever known that have only one intersection stop light, and that would be Pearsall, Texas, and Climax, Michigan. The reason for the trip there was because my brothers and I, who play music together, were invited to play for the worship. My dad also gave the message. I think it was about 12 or so songs we played altogether. It went well I would say and also very fast too.
For the most part I've been getting used to everything here so far. But in a way the place itself still feels foreign. I don't know when that feeling of being out of place will go away. So until then, I'll write. That reminds me of a quote I read the other day.

...and write honestly. Pain, joy, anger, love, fear; don't dumb your feelings down, express them in your art. Be brave. -Jon Foreman

The art of life is one I'll always be progressing on.