Been a while.

A lifetime, it seems, since I have written. 2020 life took the wind out of my sails, with or without COVID-19 wreaking havoc.

In February, I got my son from his father, and had to take him to emergency to be administered to for another concussion. I can’t comment more on how he received it.

He stayed with me until June. The time with him home was a blessing! Having homeschooled him until his dad and I separated, our bond is strong, and he is my most favorite human on the planet.

In June, in love, he married his sweetheart. My father, a retired minister, was able to officiate. It was beautiful, and touching. I had trepidation, but knowing they had planned the ceremony and were going to go through with the plans anyway, I stood beside my son.

They found an apartment, and began married life. All seemed fine…. then she broke the bond by sleeping with an acquaintance a little over 2 months into the marriage.

Very hurt and raw, he quickly went back to his ex-girlfriend, instead of giving himself some time to heal.

They are now expecting a baby.

While I know the Lord will turn this into something good…. I am overwhelmed at times with emotion. Sadness. Disbelief. Bewilderment. This young man who is my son, has been dealt some horrific blows: abusive father, seizure disorder, loss upon loss…. yet he still seeks the Lord.

I know he will be a good father. I know God would not have allowed this to happen without good reason. I’m just trying to process it all.

Life happens with or without our consent. And whoever said having a child is like taking a piece of your heart, and having it live outside of your body- was accurate.

I know with God’s protection, he will find his way. ~