“I Remembered Who I Am.”
While elements of our stories intermingled in places, his story was always being written not by his mama, but by his God.
Black Rock, White Rock
At the moment that they take to heart all that God has done to restore our relationship with Him, their identity changes – they become a white rock. They – we – literally become a new creation! Our old identity as a black rock ceases to exist, and we are brand new!