This is my story; this is my song.

Last night, in the midst of an evening of worship lead by incredibly talented musicians, the band unplugged, the lights came down, and Erik asked if anyone had a story of “Ebenezer Stones.”

When it comes to my family, man we’ve got stories. We’ve been abused and abusive to others and have embraced just about every unhealthy coping mechanism there is. We’ve seen and been all that statistics claim would have ended us or rendered us lost causes. We’re surely not the lot you’d have pegged as most likely to follow Jesus.

For a few years I was the only sibling of eleven who had come to truly know His name, desperately crying out to it that they may all come to embrace His saving grace. Now we are four.

There I stood last night, stammering out a poorly constructed snippet of a glorious redemption story next to my sister-turned-sister-in-Christ who had asked if I’d like to join her for an evening of worship for my birthday, the day we celebrate the life a doctor once said I’d probably never have.

So, yeah. These are my stones.

A list of names through which the Creator of the Universe is drawing lines, declaring, “This far and no further.”

A growing list of fiercely independent, hyper-cynical gypsies with hearts transformed by the renewing of our minds and our names in the Book of Life.

When facing intimidating needs and desires, a list of reasons to quit is always quick to fight my faith, but I have this list of names to remember what the Lord has done.

Because He who has done can surely do,

Because He who has promised is faithful,

And because our God completes what He started,


“16 For people swear by something greater than themselves, and in all their disputes an oath is final for confirmation. 17 So when God desired to show more convincingly to the heirs of the promise the unchangeable character of his purpose, he guaranteed it with an oath, 18 so that by two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. 19 We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, 20 where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest forever after the order of Melchizedek.” Hebrews 6:16-20

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