I guess it was the fact that today marks the 2-month anniversary of my surgery. Everyone, except my wife, is acting like nothing has really changed. I know, I know, I should be grateful that I am not in a state that everyone is reminded of my stroke. From a purely knowing, logical standpoint I know that. It is just the fact that, as of right now, life as I knew it on December 8th has ceased to exist and that affects no one except me and my wife. She has to get up everyday (that I am on it) AT 6:00 to give me shots of Lovenox. She has to fill my pill minder every day. I cannot do the things that I used to be able to do. Life, as I knew it, is changed. I know it has only been 2 months, but at the same time it is a miracle of God that I am walking around, it has only been 2 months for me to get used to my new life. That is not much time. Anyway, probably I won't write much else (I hope) about my struggles adapting. I just wanted to vent a little.
A few years ago I was presented with the opportunity to come back to Stratford, Iowa, to First Baptist church, as their pastor; for those of you who have followed this blog for some time, FBC in Stratford was my first pastorate. Let's just say I prayed about it as I was jumping at the opportunity. The church has a parsonage, so I could live there and not have to worry about a houe payment; and I needed to slow down, and this was a part time position (which, as a side note, allowed for me to get a greater disability from the VA than when I was working full time with St. Croix Hospice...) We love Stratford, and absolutely love the church; the people are wonderful and accepted us, again, with open arms. This was, for me, the perfect position: I get to pastor a church I LOVE, I get to do life with people I LOVE, and I have already had the opportunity to do weddings and baptism services for kids (adults now) that I have known their entire lives. IT IS GREAT. The longer I have been here,