It takes me quite awhile to recuperate from activities; I have been going non-stop for a few weeks and I was surprised to find that I was getting unusually tired easily. I told my wife that I slept better last night than I had in several weeks, but I was really tired by 2 this afternoon. It was really strange, until I really gave serious thought to the last couple weeks. When I take a serious look at the recent past, it is no wonder that I am tired; I just should not be surprised by it. It is just taking me some time to remember my limitations. Sometime I am confident that I will think about the effects BEFORE I undertake activities, rather than looking back and THEN saying, "Oops, maybe I did too much." Oh the learning that never seems to end; coming to grips with my new restrictions.
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,