Our neighbors had two boys who were always outside shooting hoops, throwing a football, or just being kids. It was the kind of everyday activity you get used to seeing in a neighborhood.

Then one day, we noticed there was one less car in the driveway. Not long after, we heard the parents were getting divorced. The boys stopped playing outside. The house that had once been full of activity became quiet, and eventually a For Sale sign appeared in the yard.

For some reason, that really bothered me. I kept thinking about those boys and how their whole world had changed. I wanted their parents to somehow work things out. I wanted those kids to still have their home. And I couldn't help wondering what had happened behind closed doors to bring their family to that point.

It just made me think about how fragile relationships can be and how quickly life can change.

That became the inspiration for “My Rock That Never Moves.” I wanted to write about the other side of that uncertainty—having someone you can depend on when life gets difficult. Someone who stands beside you through the storms, even when things aren't perfect.

Because sometimes the greatest comfort in life is knowing you have someone who isn't going anywhere.