One of my students told me she was twitter famous because she had a really high number of followers. When I told her how many blog hits I had, she told me that was a lot. I’ve discovered I’m sort of internet famous. It’s a weird feeling. I don’t feel like I should be famous, but people recognize me on the streets of my tiny German town. I’ve had the odd experience of people coming up to me in the States and knowing a lot about me through my parents or from reading my blog.
I never really know how much a person has heard or read about my story when I meet them in person, so I always prepare myself for the worst – the worst being they’ve read everything and they think they know me personally. I’ve had a few people assume a deeper relationship with me upon just meeting me, and it feels invasive. I want to publicly thank all of you who don’t react that way though. By and large, the interactions I’ve had over the last several weeks have been delightful. I’ve had people who met me for the first time and told me how long they have been praying for me and how encouraged they are by my story. I met one man last week who’s followed my journey for a long time who went out of his way to just introduce himself and made a point not to assume he already knew me from reading my blog. Thank you.
Thank you to everyone who has respected my boundaries on this trip as I’ve had emotional encounters and processed through some of my trauma in a new way.
I do my best to let you all see the details of my recovery – good and bad – while maintaining some measure of privacy. The details of this week are private to me. I’ve had a lot of great conversations with people I really value, and I’ve had a lot of good emotional recovery. There’re no new developments on the physical front this week, but I’m still expecting good things as I practice my routines from Kandice.
For those who are still planning to follow my story, just remember that I’m not the one who deserves to be famous from this recovery. I live to make God famous throughout the world.
