I am not sure how to describe what happened today. It was kinda weird...I was at the hospital and as I was walking in the hallway, it felt like I was still on the elevator...still unstable. It was not enough to make me sit down or take a break or anything, but it was a very real event. I tried to explain it to my wife, but I don't think I could accurately describe it. I don't know if I was just tired or if I was stressed, but I feel better now. I can only hope that it is not a sign of another impending stroke, but the stroke specialist says that I am not in danger of another stroke, so it must be simply tired.
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,