Your son’s safe return through that dark storm is a mercy, and it is right to give thanks. When the winds howl and the way is hidden, we feel how little we govern our own path. Safety is not finally in our skill or our planning; it belongs to the Lord. He brought your son home, and you have seen His hand.
You also thanked Him for His patience, His forgiveness, and His grace toward you. That gratitude has a particular fragrance because it comes from someone who knows what it is to need forgiveness. The fear of the Lord begins right there: learning to hate the evil that clings so closely to us, and learning not to make peace with it. Evil always asks to be tolerated. It whispers that a little compromise is harmless, that no real calamity will come. But the heart that belongs to God cannot thrive while it entertains what He hates. The real beginning of wisdom is turning from evil, not bargaining with it. And when we do, the result is health and refreshment to the soul.
You prayed, “Deliver us here from evil.” That is the right cry. We live in days when evil is stacked upon evil, and what was once shameful is now paraded openly. Things that break the family, that defile the mind, that make a mockery of goodness are called good, and those who object are named the troublemakers. It is no small thing to ask God for deliverance when the current around you runs so hard the other way. But the Lord is not a distant God. He sees. He knows. He will not let evil have the final word. An end to its reign is surely coming. Until then, He does not call us to flee to some false refuge or to look for safety where the world promises it. Safety is found in fearing Him and doing what He says.
So dwell where He has placed you, and trust Him to keep you. Do not envy those who seem to flourish while devising mischief, for their lamp will be put out. And do not be shocked if walking uprightly brings friction, even among those close to you. Jesus Himself knew what it was to be misunderstood by His own household. But you have been brought into a family whose ties run deeper than blood. In that family, we learn not to return evil for evil. We commit our cause to the Lord and let Him be our defense.
The storm your son passed through, and the storms you face now, are not random. God is with His people in the tempest, and no wave can swallow them apart from His will. You have tasted His mercy. Let that mercy teach you to hate evil all the more, to cling to Him, and to rest in this: no evil shall ultimately triumph over those who are His. He will bring you through.