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I’m not sure who the guy was who came up with routing numbers, but I’d kiss him on the mouth if I met him. Even if he’s like 95 years old and a smoker, with an unkempt handlebar mustache.
It’s like an entire clan of magical pixies met up at a conference that just happened to be next door to a bank, and the result was a way for me to get money out of the bank without even going into it. Pure magic, I say. Continue reading “About Direct Deposit, Pixies, and Jai Alai.”
I wrote on Monday that I would mouth-kiss a 95 year-old mustachioed smoker, if he were the man who invented routing numbers and direct deposit. That’s how excited I am about the prospect of setting up auto-draft in my life, and the resulting calm it produced in my ministry life. For the record, I stand by that statement. Continue reading “About the Things in my life I wish I could put on auto-draft.”
Ever been kicked in the teeth by a children’s Bible?
Image courtesy of The Jesus Storybook BibleI like to put on my game face for my kid. I don’t want him to see daddy redefining the phrase “freak out” because he looked at the bank statement. I want for him to see me quietly trusting God, keeping a smile on my face, and getting the job done of providing for my family. So I didn’t see it coming when I went to tuck him in the other night. Our routine goes something like (1) change into appropriate sleepwear/new diaper, (2) climb onto the toddler bed and read a story from The Jesus Storybook Bible, (3) Sing a mashup of Jesus loves/Twinkle Twinkle Little/Wheels on The Bus, (4) pray, (5) turn out the light.
During stage (2) of the above proceedings, I opened to the story of Jesus preaching in Matthew about the birds and the flowers being provided for. The story brought me to tears as I realized how silly and gospel-starved I am to have forgotten that God is the provider, the author, the sustainer. I am just the steward, and have received the ultimate gift, the ultimate provision (which makes all other “needs” merely bonus by comparison) in Jesus and his perfect life and sacrificial death.
So there I was, blubbering through the story, and LB grabbed my face and looked me in the eye and said “It’s OK, Daddy.”
I’d imagine that most surgeons are careful to get adequate rest. After all, who wants to be the guy to have to say “I’m sorry about your brother’s botched facial implants, but I was out last night until 4 AM with the fellas pounding beers and watching UFC reruns…” It’s the kind of job that builds into itself a certain accountability. Continue reading “Thankful Thursdays: Accountability.”
Several folks have stopped by the portfolio page (181 unique pageviews, but who’s counting?) and now, what they have all been looking for: The price tag. Here’s a link to my absurdly low prices (compare with other web designers online!) and the services that are included in my two starter packages:
As I said at the bottom of that document, I am most interested in you being so excited about the service I give you that you tell friends, which means that a lot of the stuff on that list is quite negotiable. Contact me.