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The First Stone–The Lake

Looking out my kitchen window, I see some of the rocks laid around our pond. It started here. Whether I was in the kitchen looking at the pond, or whether I was actually down at the pond, I can’t remember. I just know there was something about the pond that caused me to ask this question, how did I get here? We all ask that question at some point in life. For some, it’s the catalyst that determines what we believe about who we are and whether we were created by someone or simply appeared. It’s one of the great questions of life, and it was no different for me, even after I thought I had it all figured out.