I collect rocks in the shape of hearts. I find them in streams, parking lots, in our own back yard, and wherever my journey leads. Their stone faces remind me, that even in nature God speaks of His love.They are memorials of how God changed, and continues to change, my stony heart. His grace covered my sins. His love broke through my defensive walls. His healing touch healed my wounds. His peace guards my heart through times of trouble. How has God touched your heart?