Good Evening from the Foggy City. 

It is a cool, cloudy night in San Francisco and the Giants game is just starting. Evenings are pretty simple around here. We watch the game, I take my pills, Mom and I search for something interesting on Facebook. It's kind of nice not having much to worry about. 

Anyway, thank you all for your continued prayers. The last several days have been pretty good. I am on a heavy dose of anti-nausea meds (Heavy dose meaning no one gets more than three hours of sleep at a time). But it appears to be working. I had a great weekend even got to enjoy a picnic in the park with Jonathan. 

My liver numbers have been really good all along but today my enzyme numbers jumped way up, which could be a sign of rejection. My levels of the main anti-rejection drug have been really low this week. So, the doctor thinks that is the cause. Thankfully, that number was back up to where it should be when the results came in late today. So, hopefully, that number will stay up and my liver enzyme numbers will fall back to where they should be. 

Thanks for all the love!

Maybe I should start a blog...

I am not a blog person. 
If you know me very well you know this to be true. I would love to sit and have a cup of coffee with you and talk all afternoon but don't make me respond to an email, a phone call or Facebook post. Yet, despite my fears of the impact of technologically mediated communication, in the last two months, I have seen how theses various means of communication have connected hundreds of people around the world who have been praying for and encouraging me.  

But I am starting a blog. 
This is partly for you all and partly for me. I know there have been so many of you following me through the last month and a half and some of you might like to know how I am recovering. Also, God doesn't give us these sorts of trials without packing them full of lessons. So, this is my way of processing what God is teaching me and maybe it can be a blessing to someone reading.    

Run with Endurance 
For some reason, the book of Hebrews seems to be very appropriate at this point in my life. One of the first days I was awake after surgery, I was gradually figuring out what had happened and as I was talking to my parents something prompted me to think of Hebrews 12:3-4. I think often in this journey of life and following Christ we tend to think the smallest things are the biggest challenges. Hebrews, at least for me, puts things into perspective. How can I complain about my smallest problems when I look at the men and women of Hebrews 11 or read the admonition to live with the motivation of the great cloud of witnesses? The thought that came to me just after waking up from surgery was that I have really suffered nothing. "Consider him who endured from sinners such hostility against himself, so that you may not grow weary or fainthearted. In your struggle against sin you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood." Ok, I might have shed some blood, like a lot, but what is my pain compared to the sufferings of Christ? I have really suffered very little. Instead, God in his grace saw fit to spare my life. For that, I am thankful.