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I run a small CPA firm. Boring, right? Perhaps not when you consider that success hinges on juggling projects and tasks, managing client relations, and meeting government-imposed deadlines.

I have tried to use various task management apps, but most suffer from the same issue: they treat all tasks the same. This does not map to my reality. In my world, some projects are huge macro tasks made up of many smaller sub-tasks, and yet some reminders are very small microtasks. Some require nary a note, and others require volumes. I have built a system in Obsidian that helps me manage all of my tasks successfully.

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A white-haired, bearded man performs intricate work on small parts in his cluttered office.

One of the most attractive things about Obsidian is its extensibility; Obsidian can be tailored to suit nearly every need. The creators have provided us with a playground for customization, allowing us to enhance our workflow by seamlessly integrating personalized features into Obsidian’s interface. In this article, I will demonstrate how to add these features in a way that makes them appear as if they are an integral part of Obsidian.

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A weathered chain interwoven with barbs.

My rusting chains
enslave me.

i am beaten
with the rigors
of life.

i am auctioned
on the block.

An ode to
gold and silver
is my dirge.

No one pays
the Price on
my head.

There is only
one end-
i am nothing
except
to be used
and tossed away.

The Son offers his shoulder.

i dig a
tomb in my
burdens.
Hope’s dark fuse
lies cold
and buried.

Why have i
turned from Him?

The Master is not my master-but he pays the Price!
His heart is pierced because he knows my sin-
He sealed my ransom with sanguine scarlet.

My head tucks in Shoulder’s hollow, spent from my struggle.

Jesus, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, my true Master,
paid my ransom and more, royal blood for a peasant’s life.
Pure love, a king’s life for my own!
All my stripes worn by Him.

All to Him I owe.


The sun rises over the river

Morning mist whispers
waiting for dawn,
gather together in earnest.

Birds sing sparsely,
tuning instruments,
awaiting Conductor’s cues.

Solemn trees bestir,
rousing from slumber,
uprooting forest dreams.

Flowers turn,
seeking truth,
searching for life renewed.

Apropos Sun emerges from shadow,
ringing joy’s bell,
new day begins brighter still.

A man praying silhouetted in the sun.

Break me.

Put me on my knees,
where I can find that life
is not about me.

Break me.

Show me that life
can suffer a bruising
and get back up.

Break me.

Mold me into
the sculpture I can be
from the lump I am.

Break me.

Show me the beauty of friendship,
hands grasping mine,
pulling me up.

Break me.

Let me grow beyond
the shell of myself,
rising to heights unseen.

Sunset. Light reflects off of a river in silhouette.

I sit beneath Your radiance,
oblivious to life
except where the shadows end.

You light my path,
the sun dead by comparison.
My feet find purchase.

I remember the darkness,
life before You,
the vestigial wisp of night.

I am warm.
My soul fills itself
with Your refulgent song.

Love, the abiding tree
basks in Your glow,
full of healing fruit that is ever ripe.

The moon dances with the sun
circling in orbit,
learning Your lessons.

I am enthralled by Your light,
examining, searching,
knowing it will quell every doubt.

You are my daydream,
lighting my life,
washing the shadows away.

John 1:9-13