I've been telling everyone I know how my prayers for my "godson" were finally answered. It isn't that I've based my faith on that, but I've certainly invested a degree of my recent testimony to God's love and faithfulness in it. In the grand scheme of things I don't really mind appearing gullible or foolish so much as I do the hurt in my daughter's heart. I'm really glad I never spoke in front of her so much my belief that Jason's return to our life was an example of God's handiwork. And I sincerely hope this setback doesn't undermine her own faith.
I'm also really sad for my son-in-law's remaining brokenness.
Oh, and then I find that I must consider this question: if others turn out to not be really transformed, am I? Fortunately I can see that the chief difference is that I've never viewed my recovery as an example of miraculous/divine intervention in my life. I worked hard to make the changes that I needed to. As long as I remember that that work is never over and done with, that I always need to remain vigilant, I will still be okay.
Right?
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