There are certain things that you just get used to as time goes by. Problems become minimal in your own sight but are very evident when someone else notices them. Case in point: the other day I was entering my username and password on some sight; as I typed them, I had to go back to correct faulty letter several time. I would guess that it took me at least 3 attempts to get the words correct. The truth is that it occurs quite frequently, but I just ignore it. (FYI, before my stroke I could type over 40 wpm with no mistakes). Anyway, as I was entering in the information, my daughter was watching and she said, "Sheesh, type much?" In other words, I made enough mistakes that it was noticeable to others. What happened is that it drew my attention to the situation and I bothered me anew. Perhaps it shouldn't, but it does. After my stroke, it was really bad, but it has gotten better, but apparently it is not normal, yet.
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