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.
It has been nearly 6 years since I have updated this blog; my apologies. For those that had been following for some time, since I last posted: I stepped down as Senior Pastor at New Covenant church in Knoxville, I moved to Ankeny, Iowa, started a new ministry with St. Croix hospice as Chaplain. I was chaplain with St. Croix for about 4 1/2 years, then in 2020 I moved back to Stratford to pastor First Baptist church. It was a big change going from chaplain work back to the pastorate. I must confess, when I first came (back) to Stratford I was ready to pastor again! I love preaching; I love the ministry of being a pastor, and I love interacting with people long-term. (Being a chaplain is great, but you only interact with a family for a week or so, for some a little longer, but there was a constant upheaval of people and it was exhausting at times...) But, one thing that I have noticed since my stroke is that I get my feeling hurt easily. For instance, people leave the church all the tim