Two young boys were standing by the side of a pond one summer day. One bent over and picked up a shiny, smooth stone laying on the ground nearby. He threw it across the pond to try to skip it on the water to see how far it would go. The stone skipped only a few times and then fell into the deep water below. He picked up several more stones over the course of the next hour as his friend just sat gazing across the pond at all of his attempts. He tried different angles and speeds, and still the most he could muster was three or four skips.
In frustration he sat down next to his friend with his hands propped up on his elbows. He would never be able to skip stones the more than 150 feet across the pond. Then he heard something in his mind say “Pick that black stone up over there and give it a try.” He wasn’t quite sure what or who was speaking to him. “Did you hear that?”, he asked his friend. “Hear what?” “Oh, never mind”, he said. And with that he walked over to the small black and shiny stone and picked it up. He raised back his good throwing arm to his side once more and threw as hard as he could.
The stone skipped, and skipped, and kept skipping. It skipped all the way across the pond for 150 feet and bounced on the opposite side on the bank. The little boy who had been watching all along, looked at his friend with wide eyes and said, “How in the world did you do that?” The little boy who had just had the best water skipping stone throw of his entire life looked back at his friend and said. “I guess all stones are possible with GOD.”