Looking for a Sign

We've been consumed with 'business' lately. It seems that once you begin selling books, you become a small business. Along with being a small business comes the responsibility of knowing what is all needed for a small business. Reminds me a bit of that economic class I took one summer in college. It was painful then as it's painful now. The only difference is, I no longer have the luxury of screwing up the books and just writing it off to a B on my report card. Okay,.. B-,.... C (there, I finally broke).

"So, did you record your mileage?" Kim had just returned from a run to Office Depot to pick up a ledger, in order to better track our incoming and outgoing money. "No," she replied, as if I were hounding her on the importance of recording mileage for the sake of tax season - and I was, just for the record.

Business aside, I've received feedback from those who have finished the book, and,... it's the purpose more than the bottom line that matters. If this book can give hope through faith to those who are in their darkest of times, then it's been worth it. It's also a reminder of true grace every time I sign a book and then pass it on to Hannah. To be able to have her name right by mine on the book is such a blessing - I don't imagine too many fathers can say that they had a chance to hold a book signing with their daughter. What a miracle, what a gift!

If you were wondering what these photos have to do with my writing for today - there's absolutely nothing. It's rare that you see one, let alone three priests walking the beach, on a hot, 90 degree day. Three guys of God, enjoying the day and taking in the wonders. It doesn't get any better.