Every Easter, as families exit the church building, you’ll hear someone say, “Ope, gotta stop and get your picture by the Maurice and Gwen rock!” My family is no exception. In this photo you can see that we are dressed well, and we are happy. What you can just barely see is the rock itself. It’s large, grey, and it looks like a rock. Murice and Gwen were dear members of our congregation, and they loved rocks. Sometimes they brought rocks home with them from trips, sometimes they bought rocks for special occasions. All over their property they have large rocks in random places. So, when the new church building was finished, Maurice and Gwen blessed it with …you guessed it, a rock.

The crazy thing is, I knew Maurice and Gwen before they died. Not only that, I’m living on their rock-laden property! I live in their 150-year-old farmhouse! I walk the pond surrounded by a variety of their large rock collection! These rocks are ordinary as any rock might be, but their significance is anything but.

I’m Beth Wilson, author of 12 Stones Farmhouse. I write stories about my life, attempting to answer questions like, who am I? And, how did I get here? As I write, I really am asking myself these questions, because when I stop and look at this photo, the answers always astound me. When I dig deeper and reach further for the truth, I’m left in awe, and mostly coming back to the same questions. The truth is, I don’t deserve what I’ve got. But here I am, and what am I supposed to do about it?

Welcome to my life and many of its questions.