Thursday, February 4, 2016

A Piece of My Heart by Marcia Lee Laycock

Reminds me of Heaven

Anyone who has traveled has felt it. Many of us have said it and heard it said: "That place has a piece of my heart."

I felt that way a few days ago when a friend sent me a link to a video about a Bible dedication in Papua New Guinea. It shows a man praying as his village is about to receive God's word in their own language for the first time. My husband and I had the privilege of attending two Bible dedications while we lived in PNG and both were experiences I'll never forget. Seeing the emotions and heart-felt response of the people to the scriptures was inspiring.

When I received the video and saw it streaming with no sound for the first few moments, I was immediately taken back to that place - the sights, the smells, the sounds. I remembered the chanting of the men who surrounded our plane as we landed in the village, singing a song of welcome both to us and to their new Bible. I remembered the old woman carrying the first box of Bibles in her bilum (string bag) and being told she had been given the privilege because she had prayed for this moment for many years. I remembered the look on a young man's face as he clasped his Bible to his breast and said thank you.  

I was a little surprised at the intensity of these memories as I watched the video. It's been twenty years since we've been there. But yes, a piece of my heart is still in Papua New Guinea and there are times when I long to go back.

I've felt a yearning like that at other times too, a yearning for heaven. It has hit at odd times, at a funeral once, in the middle of a magnificent forest another time, as I stared at an incredibly beautiful flower not long ago. That longing surprises me because, unlike Papua New Guinea, I've never been to heaven. But a piece of it has been placed in my heart, probably because One who lives there has put His Spirit in my heart. And I long to be where He is.

Some day I hope to go back to PNG. Friends are working on a translation of the New Testament that will be done soon and it's one of the things on my bucket list, the hope to get there when they dedicate it to God. I trust that will happen, but there is no guarantee.

Some day I hope to get to heaven, and thanks be to God, I do have a guarantee that day will come. Jesus Himself has promised to meet me there. He said: "I am the living bread which came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever; and the bread that I shall give is My flesh, which I shall give for the life of the world" (John 6:51). 

Yes, there's a piece of my heart in heaven and one day my heart will be made whole again.

Marcia Lee Laycock writes from central Alberta Canada where she is a pastor's wife and mother of three adult daughters. She was the winner of The Best New Canadian Christian Author Award for her novel, One Smooth Stone. The sequel, A Tumbled Stone was short listed in The Word Awards. Marcia also has three devotional books in print and has contributed to several anthologies, including the Hot Apple Cider books. Her work has been endorsed by Sigmund Brouwer, Janette Oke, Phil Callaway and Mark Buchanan. 

Abundant Rain, an ebook devotional for writers can be downloaded on Smashwords or on Amazon. It is also now available in Journal format on Amazon. 

Her most recent release is A Traveler’s Advisory, Stories of God’s Grace Along the Way.

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  1. Isn't it amazing how places can have a piece of your heart? I will never forget the first time I landed in Brazil to visit my family with a complete little family of my own: husband, toddler boy, and baby girl in my belly. I'm autistic (Asperger's), so I cry maybe twice a year--that's it. But that day I cried. I was home. And my little family was going to get to see my home :) The immigration officer asked if everything was okay. I told him I was fine: "The passport can change a million times--the heart doesn't change--it's good to be home..."

    Thanks for this post, Marcia. This is good.

    1. Beautiful, Patricia. We lived in Brazil 6 years. Both y daughters were born there. A couple years ago we went back. It had been more than twenty years, but how wonderful it was to be reunited with old friends and students. Brazil definitely has a piece of my heart. With this Zika virus, I am praying for the children and also that the country won't lose all it has invested in the Olympics.

  2. Beautiful post, Marcia, and all shared on social media to encourage others.

  3. Lovely post, Marcia! That's exactly how I feel about England. Thank you for giving words to it. Also fun to see that you are in central Alberta--I returned yesterday from 10 days with our daughter in Calgary.

  4. Touching post, Marcia, and so well applied. I'm inspired and encouraged.