So, I took a hiatus.
The last six months have included eight surgeries and a total of seven weeks in the hospital. The long and short of it is that a diabetic infection set in to both my feet; I lost much of my right foot and three toes. If I’d dawdled any further, as is my custom, I would’ve lost my leg or very likely my life.
But that’s not how this story goes, should we end it sometime around here.
Today is my first day back in the office following two weeks of medical leave after a skin graft. My relationship to God has changed; my perception as someone or something new has also, largely, changed.
Cynicism is a gross thing. I’m trying to scrub myself of it. It has little use when it comes to prayer, self-perception, and forward motion. I know this.
I’m still relearning how to walk. Today is the first day in which I can legitimately say I’m not in pain. That’s a span of October 20 to April 18.
I worry I’m less funny than I used to be; God gives me many things, but I’m bereft of good humor and humor in general today. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to laugh at what happened to me, and I’m coming up extremely short today.
That will change.
I’ve returned here to document this process, and to continue talking about my status as new in my relationship with God, and the peculiar and infuriating and glorious moments that honor and color that.
So, here’s to day one, all over again. Down a few parts, but attempting, as best I can, to be new again.