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This will be my first post in May...

It does not seem possible, but today marks 4 months since my last day in the hospital. It has been a strange road, but it has been good. There have been ups and downs (which you have probably gleaned by now), but mostly ups. I did have a good day yesterday. I was tired, but it was good. I walked for awhile at the VA (I think it is the first time I have walked it WITHOUT a nurse). I spent a little more than 30 minutes there. Then, I went fishing at Marion County Park. i caught a great big stringer of.....NOTHING. Talk about 1:30 you will never get back. Not even a nibble...UGHH. Then I went up to church long enough to figure out that I was tired, but I did get a passage to preach this Sunday. Speaking of this Sunday, I finished preaching at my normal time, and as I was prahing to close the service, I wondered why the pianist was not playing...they always pray during my last prayer as I do an invitation. Then I is communion! We were in church until 12:05 because I  forgot to take communion into account as I was preparing for Sunday. Usually, I finish about 5 - 10 minutes early on a communion Sunday to give time, but, this Sunday I forgot! Oh, well, The Lord must have wanted someone to hear what I had to say. 
I should hear from the IBC shortly about the video from the meeting. As soon as I get it, I will post a video on this blog, as well as on facebook and on youtube. The administrator did a good job of editing the videos to get just what they needed in the time allotted. 


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