Missing My Sons

With the exception of a single supervised hour, it's been 270 days since my boys have seen their Daddy.

270 days since this father has seen or heard the voices of the little ones he loves so much....

Punkin :-(
Pottimus :-(
Daddy :-(

I am moving in two weeks. I finally found a house, praise God. A fixer-upper right smack dab on the water!!!! :-) It's been long enough and the apartment served its purpose of allowing me to gather myself after Jill left while she continued doing those things. It allowed me to focus on being closer to God, getting my mind, body, & spirit back on the right track. Now it's back to where I belong - the deep woods country for me. The house is right on the water and the lake isn't very populated,either! I lucked-out big time. I've been very, very blessed, rather! I want to scout for a church near there, now.... Not sure because I really like the one I'm at. In any event, I'm really looking forward to ice skating, hockey, & ice fishing this winter and this coming spring, summer, and into next fall - I plan to be stepping out my back door, hopping on the boat and fishing!!! :-)

Just wish I had a family to enjoy it all with... :-(

But it is what it is & God has mercifully and graciously seen me from some hellacious circumstances - all the way to this point. He'll continue through the ups & downs He uses to guide us while continuing to put me in places I'm needed, desired, and useful and placing His people in my life...