Author’s Note: Marker Stones

A Series of True Stories
Jason Clark

These stories come from a season when I believed meaning had to be hunted, earned, or decoded—when every sign felt urgent and every silence unbearable. I mistook intensity for truth, suffering for obedience, and motion for faith. Only later did I learn the difference.

What follows are not instructions, testimonies, or proofs. They are marker stones—moments I couldn’t understand as they happened, but which, looking back, quietly mark where mercy met me along the way.

I share them not to glorify confusion or endurance for its own sake, but to say this: God was present even when I didn’t yet know how to name Him properly. He restrained me when I needed restraint. He carried me when I thought I was walking alone.

These stories are written as faith-filled testimony. Every encounter, every “sign,” every vision is framed through the lens of God’s presence in my life. They are not intended as commentary on mental health or psychological states, nor are they meant to be interpreted as crises or projections. What I experienced was real to me, in the way God allowed me to experience it.

If you find yourself in any of these places—lost, flooded, frozen, wandering—know this: clarity often comes later, and mercy often works ahead of understanding.

Praise Jesus,
Jason