Our home sat on a steep hillside that needed landscaping and since my uncle had a piece of land where rock was plentiful, my wife and I walked through his pasture, loaded rocks into our truck, hauled them home then packed them one by one down the steep bank and stacked them in a pile. Then as I built the walls I would select the ones I wanted and carefully measure and fit the rocks together. I used no mortar, only gravity and the careful placement of each one so it would look good and provide stability to the other rocks. 
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Each one of us is unique yet to stand alone is to be hidden, ineffective and noticed only by the occasional grazing cow. Don’t fret that your spot in the wall seems small. You are precious to God and He has a place where we are intended to fit and be held together by a common faith in Christ. With you, the church is stronger and Jesus is honored.Though the walls were completed years ago, I still like to admire their beauty and how I placed each rock. Each has its own size, shape and quality. No two are alike. If left out in that cow pasture they’d go unnoticed but now their beauty is on display. They also share a combined beauty in the wall as they support each other.Peter tells us we are like those rocks, living stones chosen by God to reveal Himself to a lost world. God picks us up and with His masterful hands places us in His 
