A rock from Isreal

The blind man i mentioned yesterday. When i talked with him that day he also gave me a rock. He called it a prayer rock, because it came from Israel where Jesus himself walked. he told me that when i have it in my pocket i can think of how he is praying for me, and how. Jesus is by my side like he's by yours. Ever since Tuesday i have had this little prayer rock in my pocket. and he has one in his because the prayer that he says for my family and i, he is going to hold it in in till  that prayer is answered. He told me a story about how he became blind and how someone gave him a prayer rock in till he felt OK about being blind. And he told me it took for weeks to realize it was ok to be blind. because God had a plain. and his plain was for this seeing man (whom I'm not going to say his name) to become blind. And he used it for good just like i said yesterday. yesterday i almost lost that rock. it fell out of my pocket. but i found it. But as i was looking for it i felt a calm "Hannah here it is" and i saw it. i felt like that was God. and i also herd the words 'DO YOU TRUST ME!!" That blind man was right i was going to hear those words. And i did. I know it's just a rock. but it's special one to me. Because a friend gave it to me, and it was from a place where Jesus walked.