Hearts

I am a collector of unique hearts, and since nature's hearts have been a bit frozen, I'm seeing them in the house as well. 

Here is one made by Angel, in her food dish. A stretch? I don't think so! 

Here is one that formed in my dish water as I went to do something else for a moment. Coincidence? I think not. 

A stray ice cube that melted on the floor left this pattern on the paper towel. Crazy? Nope. 

I smile every time I see a heart-- an oil spot in the parking lot, a smudge on a mirror, a spot of chipped paint on the wall, anything that looks like a heart. Because in my mind, what I choose to believe, is that these hearts are to remind me that God loves me-through big ways and through small, seemingly insignificant ways. I choose to look for them and I always find them. It's just kind of cool the way God finds ways to communicate his love to me. What ways does God show his unique love to you?