"I Was the Only Thing You Had to Begin With"

When God demonstrates that He is enough for you

I’ve been dealing with this for a while now, but in the past month it’s become frighteningly concrete: A., my 22-year-old son, is moving to Germany. For good (or at least that’s the plan).

He’s my only child, and I would be lying if I said that his presence hasn’t been a huge consolation for me since my divorce in 2017. We’ve always been interested in the same type of things and are very similar, personality-wise.

During COVID, we were stuck together in the house for nearly a year and a half. I was working from home, and for A., school was first canceled and then shifted to online-only classes.

Vermont is home to a huge number of progressive liberals, and the COVID hysteria was unbelievable. The lockdowns were prolonged and brutal. At the behest of our RINO governor, schools encouraged students to tattle on their parents to find out how many guests the family had had over for Thanksgiving dinner. Kids were forbidden from hanging out together. Vermonters living alone could only get one or two visitors per week, whom they had to specify beforehand. All public venues and restaurants were shut down for as long as possible.

It was complete madness, and it was only thanks to A.’s company that I managed to keep my sanity. While the lockdown stress sometimes put us on each other’s throats, I also knew that I wouldn’t have been able to endure this horror all by myself.

The first heartbreak came when A. went off to college, but at least he was