As you saw yesterday, my mom had a “birthday” – “the first day of her new life,” as the nurses were saying. I was teasing her that she never knew she would be born 3 times. She was reborn in Christ and now her stem cells caused a rebirth. Kind of cool…

So last night as the day wound down and my dad and I were sitting in the apartment, I leaned out near the window and gazed on San Francisco…

The Bay Bridge was on my right, with Coit Tower on the left. Apartments were below and the Pacific Ocean stretched out in front. Large freight ships lazily sailed to their destination. People walked below – a woman in red sweats swung her arms as she briskly walked the evening away. Cars drove by; the sun was going down… life as usual…

Except life isn’t as usual. As I began to talk to God, I started talking to him about how life may be different forever. It was definitely a conversation – nothing was consuming my heart, and I didn’t feel like he was trying extra hard to say something. The girls at Bible study had prayed over me on Monday that I would have strong faith, and this week has definitely been a week of peace as God and I have been walking together daily – the goal is no circumstantial faith anymore. :o)

I kept hearing my pastor telling us that life sometimes isn’t perfectly packaged the way that we thought it would be. He said that sometimes we have to see “God tracks” to know that we are definitely in God’s will because nothing looks the way we expected. There is no doubt in my mind that we have seen “God Tracks” – now we just wait on His will to be revealed. As my mind travelled and I stared out the window, it was still. God nor I said a word. I resumed observing the San Francisco Friday night hustle and bustle. When quietly, I heard very clearly: “I am the God who heals.”

Obviously, I don’t know what that

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