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About the Book
Title: Through Water and Stone
Series: National Parks
Author: Karen Barnett
Publisher: Kregel Publications
Release Date: September 23, 2025
Genre: Christian Fiction, Dual Timeline
In 1948, Zion National Park ranger Henry Eriksson and his wife, Alma, are less than one year removed from their infant son's sudden death in a flash flood, and the weight of the loss hasn't diminished with time. When Henry discovers an abandoned baby in a hatbox on his morning rounds, he's unsure how to react, but Alma is delighted, and she reignites with purpose at what seems to be a miracle from God.
Nearly eighty years later, Talia Eriksson leaves her job at an athleisure company in Palo Alto, California, in disgrace and returns to Zion National Park to reconnect with her grandfather and review her life goals. But when an at-home DNA test exposes family secrets, Talia and her newfound friend, law enforcement ranger Blake Mitchell, work together to search for answers.
Talia navigates the rocky path into her past with Blake by her side, what she discovers may alter everything she knew to be true about herself. With the uncertain future looming, Talia must learn that family is deeper than genetics and that trusting God can mean being still and clinging to the Rock.
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She held the key.
He’d searched the hatbox and had even gone so far as to shake out the blanket Billy had been wrapped up in, hoping for a letter—a clue— anything that might identify the child’s mother and why she made the choice she did.
His first son had ended up in the water by accident. Billy had been placed there with intention, like Moses in the bulrushes. He’d never shaken that image from his mind. Moses was saved by the pharaoh’s daughter and raised in the palace, only to come back as a mighty messenger for God’s people.
Had he placed too much stock in the biblical allusion? Had Billy instead been stolen from his mother’s arms and hidden here for some nefarious reason? Henry pressed his hand against his pocket, his strides slowing as he approached headquarters.
He lifted his gaze, staring across the river toward the cliffs beyond. Sometimes their little world here at Zion seemed so self- contained it was easy to forget that there was an entire country outside of their canyon. Cities and people, states and nations. Personal tragedies and world wars. He closed his eyes, willing his pulse to slow. This place was a refuge of peace. It was little wonder the first settlers named it Zion. The park’s beauty rivaled any temple or cathedral. “Thou art my rock and my fortress.”
Unlocking the door, he headed for his office, turning the lights on as he made his way down the hall. The day ahead looked to be slow, nothing his staff couldn’t handle. He’d leave a note on Fred’s desk asking him to check in on the film crew. So far Legend seemed to be true to his word. Henry hadn’t received any negative reports about the man. Hopefully either the gossip was meaningless or married life had set the fellow on a better path.
A light rapping on the doorframe caught his attention. Mattie stood in the doorway, her face pale. “Good morning, Henry. I thought you should know Irene Dawson had her baby last night. She had a rough go of it, and she and Elmer are at the hospital in St. George.”
He sank down into his chair, the pen still clamped in his fingers. “Will she be all right?”
“Elmer—Mr. Dawson—telephoned this morning. It was touch and go, but she pulled through.”
“And the baby?”
“A little girl. I could hear her squalling clear through the telephone line. They’ve named her Myrtle.”
“We should send flowers. How long will they be away, do you think?” Mattie smiled. “I already ordered the bouquet. I hope you don’t mind.”
“You’re a gem.” He chuckled. “When are you going to give up pillow plumping and come to work for me? I’d hire you in a heartbeat.”
She crossed the floor and stood in front of his desk. “If you’re serious, I’d love that.”
“Oh, I’m certain.” He should have done it earlier. “Let me put the paperwork in and get approval from the superintendent.” He dug into his pocket. “Hey, have you ever seen this? Alma just gave it to me. Apparently it was in the lining of the hatbox where we found Billy.”
Mattie’s posture stiffened. “No. Why would I have seen it?”
He studied her. “I thought maybe Alma had shown you. For some reason she hid it from me.” He pointed to the imprint on the lock face. “She’s concerned H- C- H might stand for Holy Cross Hospital.”
“The hospital where the baby was stolen?” Her eyes widened. “That’s preposterous.”
“Normally, I’d agree with you. But we met with the Johnsons last night and—”
She backed a few steps. “Why would you do that?”
He stood, uncertain of Mattie’s reaction. Another case of women acting in ways that made no sense to him. “They showed up. I couldn’t toss them out on their ears. Or rather, I could, but Alma wouldn’t hear of it.”
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He’d searched the hatbox and had even gone so far as to shake out the blanket Billy had been wrapped up in, hoping for a letter—a clue— anything that might identify the child’s mother and why she made the choice she did.
His first son had ended up in the water by accident. Billy had been placed there with intention, like Moses in the bulrushes. He’d never shaken that image from his mind. Moses was saved by the pharaoh’s daughter and raised in the palace, only to come back as a mighty messenger for God’s people.
Had he placed too much stock in the biblical allusion? Had Billy instead been stolen from his mother’s arms and hidden here for some nefarious reason? Henry pressed his hand against his pocket, his strides slowing as he approached headquarters.
He lifted his gaze, staring across the river toward the cliffs beyond. Sometimes their little world here at Zion seemed so self- contained it was easy to forget that there was an entire country outside of their canyon. Cities and people, states and nations. Personal tragedies and world wars. He closed his eyes, willing his pulse to slow. This place was a refuge of peace. It was little wonder the first settlers named it Zion. The park’s beauty rivaled any temple or cathedral. “Thou art my rock and my fortress.”
Unlocking the door, he headed for his office, turning the lights on as he made his way down the hall. The day ahead looked to be slow, nothing his staff couldn’t handle. He’d leave a note on Fred’s desk asking him to check in on the film crew. So far Legend seemed to be true to his word. Henry hadn’t received any negative reports about the man. Hopefully either the gossip was meaningless or married life had set the fellow on a better path.
A light rapping on the doorframe caught his attention. Mattie stood in the doorway, her face pale. “Good morning, Henry. I thought you should know Irene Dawson had her baby last night. She had a rough go of it, and she and Elmer are at the hospital in St. George.”
He sank down into his chair, the pen still clamped in his fingers. “Will she be all right?”
“Elmer—Mr. Dawson—telephoned this morning. It was touch and go, but she pulled through.”
“And the baby?”
“A little girl. I could hear her squalling clear through the telephone line. They’ve named her Myrtle.”
“We should send flowers. How long will they be away, do you think?” Mattie smiled. “I already ordered the bouquet. I hope you don’t mind.”
“You’re a gem.” He chuckled. “When are you going to give up pillow plumping and come to work for me? I’d hire you in a heartbeat.”
She crossed the floor and stood in front of his desk. “If you’re serious, I’d love that.”
“Oh, I’m certain.” He should have done it earlier. “Let me put the paperwork in and get approval from the superintendent.” He dug into his pocket. “Hey, have you ever seen this? Alma just gave it to me. Apparently it was in the lining of the hatbox where we found Billy.”
Mattie’s posture stiffened. “No. Why would I have seen it?”
He studied her. “I thought maybe Alma had shown you. For some reason she hid it from me.” He pointed to the imprint on the lock face. “She’s concerned H- C- H might stand for Holy Cross Hospital.”
“The hospital where the baby was stolen?” Her eyes widened. “That’s preposterous.”
“Normally, I’d agree with you. But we met with the Johnsons last night and—”
She backed a few steps. “Why would you do that?”
He stood, uncertain of Mattie’s reaction. Another case of women acting in ways that made no sense to him. “They showed up. I couldn’t toss them out on their ears. Or rather, I could, but Alma wouldn’t hear of it.”
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