arise sunshine. warm us. entertain us. grow us. change us. heal us. i talked with mom yesterday and she said, “one day at a time.” what a way to live where every day is new. a gift, really. a day to live or die. dad’s cancer is back. in fact it never left. it is still ravaging his blood. the intense chemo failed its mission. so now we wait. again. questioning if this experimental drug will work. questioning God: “what is going on!??!!??!!” as the sun rises this morning i think of my dad who awakens to a new day. he is alive. but for how much longer? will we see the mighty, merciful hand of God at play? dad is going home tomorrow to try and live in the comfort of his home with his wife. each day is a gift. please, God, let my dad be gifted with thousands of more days.