Now for the moment of truth: can I complete the great camping weekend? Yesterday my daughter caught a BIG (19" or so) bass. It was the first fish she ever caught! My other daughter caught a smaller, but good bass (12" or so). Brendan got called in to work, so it was the first camping trip without him...he was there, but not much. It was sad not having him there; I told Laura that the campfire just was not the same with only Maddy (Shaylee was spending the night at a friends house). But, it was good all the same. Now, today will be the final test: to get hooked up at the campground, drain the water and the holding tanks, and back it in home. If I can do that, it will be a huge boost to my confidence, knowing that I can do most things I used to do...just some things take longer!
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
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