Yesterday I saw real, concrete improvement in my child that I have wanted to give up on for almost two years. It has come following some help from some medication, so I am definitely grateful for that miracle. The prodigal son is not yet returning, and the mental illness has not disappeared, but even a small, positive change is a relief. I think I actually spent about half a day with the person who was the son I knew. Tender mercy.
I have been holding on to two quotes from the most recent conference. Thought I’d share those.
Believe in miracles.
I have seen so many of them come when every other indication would say that hope was lost.
Hope is never lost.