Last night my stepdad came into the Twin Cities on his way up North to Baxter. He stayed the night and for dinner we were invited over to Amy’s parents. It was a good time. I could tell he didn’t feel comfortable being in an environment so foreign to him, but he said that when we got into a discussion about the Bible he became really interested. He has so many questions!

If any of you know my stepdad at all or if I’ve talked to you about him you know that there is nothing short of a miracle of God that would change him. I do believe that he has changed.

“There is nothing so bad that God can’t use it for His good.” I’ve heard that said many times. Right now my mom is divorcing my stepdad. I don’t agree with it and I believe she knows where I stand on this, but I do see that God has used this to turn my stepdad around. He is a broken man and constantly reminds me that the only thing keeping him through this, keeping him alive, is God.

It has reshaped my reality. What I’ve known of him for the last 20 or so years is so different than what I am seeing now. I woke up this morning to him asking me if he could take me out to breakfast and that he wanted to talk to me. I couldn’t help feel afraid that he was going to say, “Eddie, I don’t believe any of this stuff I’ve said about God. I’m just using it as a ploy to get your mother back.” This was my weakness, because when we talked at breakfast it only reaffirmed his change. I do believe that he has accepted Jesus! This is crazy to me! I had so little hope that it would happen. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

I find that I have to remind myself to keep trust in God’s power because I start to be fearful that I will say or do something that would turn him away from Christianity. Because this is so weird to me, I sometimes feel like he is so fragile and I don’t want to disturb the Truth that he’s finally accepted. I remind myself that God has control over that. I just pray and hope that he is the seed that is cast on good soil and that he takes root eternally into Jesus.

I get scared sometimes because I am laying my heart out before him and talking about Gods’ grace and I am afraid that it will be pushed aside and thought naive. When I talk with him sometimes this grip of fear forms around my heart and I start to wonder if he thinks I’m foolish for believing something so strongly, but his eyes and constancy tell me otherwise. There is some crazy stuff going on here. It’s good for me too.

There is much more to this story, more than I would feel comfortable posting on my blog, but please hope and pray for the healing of my family and rejoice at the homecoming of a 54 year old prodigal.