Puddle Heart

Me: Lord, it's 1:30. I don't really have a way to go looking for a heart to blip.
Abba Father: Move your car.
Me: But that takes time I could be looking for a heart to blip.
Abba Father: Have faith. Move your car.
Me: -sigh-
Abba Father: Move your car, Beloved.
Me: OK. -sigh-
Me (later) coming out of the structure elevator: A puddle. In the shape of a heart!
Abba Father: Next time, don't waste time, just move the car. I love you.
(Hebrews 10:23)