Have you ever wanted to make a difference, but were never too sure exactly how to do that? Do you find out after the fact that something you think is important, didn’t turn out the way you expected or hoped? Do you want to be prepared?
Why do we all seem to make excuses? Why do we want to pass the blame? As I was looking at all of the things I needed to write about, and the major themes of my efforts, I realized that I didn’t have one for the tagline of my website. Small Business Finance is something that comes up short in this country, and I’ve written about that already. However, there hasn’t been an easy way to see all of those posts without the distraction of all of the other things I write about. Over the next few weeks, you will begin to see order brought to the chaos. The garden will actually begin to look like it is tended.
When I’m working on writing, I really don’t need more than one computer monitor, but for just about everything else that I do, these two monitors sometimes are not enough! Years ago now, I traded stocks and futures for a living, and I had four monitors hooked up to a single computer, so this is downsizing it for me!
My work area is currently in the “spare room” of our scrapbooking and paper crafting store called Cafe Crop. I’m looking forward to the day when this room is our private classroom area. At that time, it will be my office while it isn’t being used as a private classroom area.
For now though it is exactly what I need to be productive, while at the same time close at hand to help Tina when she needs it. I’m thankful for this new-found flexibility, that we didn’t have in our last location.
In the not too distant future, I’ll be seeing clients here! I can hardly wait!
It has been said that victory and safety are the result of a multitude of councilors. I won’t deny that’s true. At the same time, it is often impossible to follow the council of every councilor, because they’re not saying the same thing. Even if they are, it may still be unwise to follow. How can that be?
Whenever you’re trying to deliver a valuable system, you realize just how nice it is to have more margin. Civil Engineers design projects to account for the 100-year flood. But what happens when that 100-year flood occurs two years in a row? That’s when everyone becomes a civil engineer without the training! KenChristensen.com is hosted with a small start-up hosting company called Harvest Clouds. If you look at the website, you’ll see we need to work on our own website. While we designed our systems to withstand the information equivalent of the 100-year flood, we were hit by the perfect storm. One thing led to another, and our systems did not react gracefully, or as intended.
More years ago than I care to admit, my sister started off her valedictory speech with a quote from Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities. She of course was using it to refer to the many experiences the class had in its four years of high school, and would now face in life going forward. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. — A Tale of Two Cities
While the title would lead you to think this was a novel about two cities, it was really about two different men. It is that twist that makes this selection of a title for my blog post apropos. In my own version of the twist, I’m going to be talking about two types of people. And the study will also be one of contrasts.
Some would say that traditional biblical marriage has been defeated in Indiana by the ruling of a court. I do not share that opinion. Now before you think I agree with the ruling, and I’ve abandoned what God thinks about this subject, let me remind you of the title of this post! It really doesn’t matter what I think, or what a court does at the end of the day. Neither one of us can add an inch to my height, or prolong my days beyond the number ordained by God. By the same token, neither can my life be shortened unless God also allows.
This has me wondering. Why is it that so many people who call themselves Christians are so afraid to lovingly speak the truth? Why is it that we seem to fear what men will think of us instead of warning people about the dangers of defying God? Why do we live our lives as if the way things appear are the way they actually are? Are we really that uncertain of what the future holds? Do we really not trust God as much as we say we do?