… the level of HATRED I have for money.

I hate spending it.
I hate making it.
I hate saving it.
I hate fundraising for it.
I hate managing it.
I hate planning for it in the future.
I hate watching news about it.
I hate thinking about it.
I hate worrying about it.
I hate learning about it.
I hate it at home.
I hate it at work.
I hate it in a tree.
I hate it on a plane.
I hate it with green eggs and ham.
I do not like it- no I HATE IT- sam I am.
I hate it.

yep… that about covers it. Love the sinner, hate their money.

If there’s money in heaven, I might have to spend a few thousand years in purgatory to get over it.

Ha!!!

I finally got sick of not being able to type something very easily in my iphone in ALL CAPS when I WANTED TO. Like when trying to SCREAM YIPPEEE in a text message was taking FOREVER!

So I googled it. And whalla. Go figure. It was there all the time. Just a setting change.

here’s the scoop for those who are even lazier than me on finding the solution:

• Tap Settings
• Tap General
• Tap Keyboard
• Tap the Enable Caps Lock slider

Using the Caps Lock is really simple: Quickly tap the Shift key twice. Instead of the usual glowing arrow that tells you your next letter will be upper case, the whole Shift key turns blue. Tapping the Shift key again turns Caps Lock back off.

BAM!!!!!! CAPS LOCK IS THE BEST!

One of the things that we were asked to do in order to begin the process of adopting Becky and Billy was create a simple children’s book that will eventually be read to them daily in the orphanage until we arrive. We were told some basic guidelines, but essentially its goal is to orient them to our family and home. So, we created this book.

Once we finish our international home study and get our international documents approved- another month or so I think… then they’ll start reading this to them daily. We sent it over with Mandy (the orphanage director) as she left L.A. early last week for Uganda to be there all month.

Tomorrow my wife tells our story to a group of women at a luncheon at Neighborhood Church. (Neighborhood is our high school youth ministry home church, where both of us began our faith, where I did my ministry internships, and where our families still attend)

SO: Pray it up for that; they take a love offering when it’s over. Pray they feel the love.

My seminary class is teaching us how to freaking sing a hymn right now.

So, here’s what I’m gonna do.

Show you how happy my flower pot was today as I mowed my lawn in the hopes that it will inspire both of us.

I had to buy a baby sitter for this- thus this class is costing me an extra $30 to learn about the rhythm, speed, and poetry in ancient hymns.

I’m sure I need this. I’m sure I need this. I’m sure I need this. I’m sure I need this. I’m sure I need this.

There, I convinced myself. My flowers are inspiring.

… a problem

or a habit

that I just can’t shake.

I get it under control, and think I have it in the bag.

Then I ignore it for a month or so until the thing is back in my face

so big that it is an embarrassment

and I’m positive everyone can see

so I give it my time and self discipline and make it go away again.

But it’ll be back

especially if I ignore it again.