When the cross orders came pouring in I was pretty ok still working in the old shop where we used to live. The almost an hour drive back and forth didn’t bother me. The 14 hour days didn’t bother me.

What did bother me, is that I was used to having my boys with me.

At the old place next to the house they could come into the shop anytime they wanted to.

Missing them motivated me.

I started working through the nights at the old shop and napping occasionally on the old work table.

I was working as hard as I could to be able to take any day off to get this Cross making Barn up.

This is the night I broke down and cried in the yard as I watched them and thanked God for this gift of getting to see them again.