I think setbacks are normal. Self-doubt is normal and, let's face it, a regular visitor at our doors. But these, not intruders per se, but too-nosy-for-their-own-good neighbors are (in the spirit of generosity) just checking in. Just seeing how healthy our resolve is these days.
I'm not sure how often we pass the test, but I resolve to believe I'm here for my own good and that the answers, whatever they happen to be, are trying to get to me in any way that jolts me or intrigues me enough to sit up and take notice.
I have to believe we are loved. And I have to believe--I have to *remember*--that that message is delivered daily.