Today when I got up, my wife reminded me that today is the 4 month anniversary, if you want to use that word, of when I got put in the hospital. I know it intellectually, but it is hard to wrap my arms around the fact that it has ONLY been 4 months since the hospital recogized my stroke. So much has changed and I have come so far. I have read of people that strokes about the same time I did that cannot walk right, some cannot talk, others cannot hear from one ear...yet I have very few long term effects. Sometimes I have to take a rest if I am up for a long time, others I have to rest if I walk long distances, and one effect I found out is that my right leg tries to cross over my left if I fun. I have learned not to allow it to cross over if I walk, but I guess when I run it does not always listen. Anyway, no matter how you look at it, I am, I know it seems trifle, but I am a walking miracle. NO Dr. has been able to give me a reason why I am able to do what I do now. I am very thankful to God for all that I am able to do.
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,