“As you come to him, a living stone rejected by men but in the sight of God chosen and precious, you yourselves like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.”

I’m just a stone; all I know is the stone to right of me and the stone on my left; they are good stones, ones I grow to love. God knows I feel the weight of the stones on top of me. But the most blessed stone is the one I feel beneath my feet, for:

“Behold, I am laying in Zion a stone,

a cornerstone chosen and precious,

and whoever believes in him will not be put to shame.”

I wish so much that I could see the blueprint, the master plan, to know why I am where I am