The Name on the Stone Every morning, Elias walked past the stone. It stood at the edge of the town square, weathered by decades of rain, wind and neglect. Children played around it. Merchants arranged their stalls beside it. Travelers leaned their packs against it while they rested. Most people no longer noticed it. Elias always did. Because his name was carved into it. Or at least, it had been. Years of weather had softened the inscription. Moss filled the grooves where letters once stood sharp and clear. Time had not erased the name. It had simply made it difficult to read. Much like Elias himself. For as long as he could remember, he believed identity was something to build. So, he built. He gathered titles. Collected accomplishments. Accepted promotions. Framed certificates. Learned to smile when people applauded and to work even harder when they didn’t. For a while, it seemed to work. People respected him. They sought his opinion. They spoke his name with admiration. Yet every ach...
From the Mind of W.A.G. is where faith, creativity, and real life collide. The ponderings, musings and ramblings of a man on a quest to live awake, lead with heart and leave the world better than he found it. Honest thoughts on grace, growth, leadership, music and meaning—because wisdom isn’t always loud, but it’s always worth listening for.