Pieces

"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." (Matt 6:21)

Even though this verse in its original context is really referring directly to material wealth and earthly things vs. a heavenly prioritized mindset, I’m currently seeing it in a slightly different light...

I live pretty simply and am blessed to not have too many material things overwhelm my life. Thus, I feel like I do focus on relationships and living life fully. But there’s something else that complicates things…

What if your treasure is scattered??

Then what?

Let me be more specific… My heart is in so so many places.  And I'm not talking about a heart broken by other humans.  We all know the heartache in the world caused by our fellow man.  But this is entirely different.

My heart is in Texas. In Amarillo. My heart is in Brazil. My heart is in Europe. My heart is under the stars. My heart is in Tulsa. My heart is anywhere my little brother is. My heart is on a plane. My heart is in Morelia. Anywhere that I feel closer to God. In a field of flowers. My heart is in Lubbock. My heart is on a river. My heart in Graz.  My heart is where the homeless lie.  My heart overflows when it’s surrounded by my family. When surrounded by my second family. When surrounded by my dearest friends.

My heart is in one physical place, but really it’s spread all over the world.

My heart is in one physical piece, but it’s really broken into bits and sections.

And my treasure lies in all of these places.
                                                            Scattered.

My treasure can never again be gathered in one spot.

So how do I have a full heart?…if I don’t have all the pieces?  How will I ever be complete without all my treasure?  Is my heart broken…?


No.

I don’t have a broken heart. Just a scattered heart in pieces. There’s a huge difference.
Even though all of my pieces will never be in the same place again… my God is my glue.
He holds my scattered pieces together. He makes me whole. He makes me unbroken.

And so my treasure is everywhere, but so is He.

Thus, my treasure will be forever full to overflowing because I think that every time I give another piece of my heart away, I’m really just enlarging my heart. I’m adding onto it, not taking away. The pieces add up and the more pieces I scatter, the more glue I need. The more God I need.

I feel like this process will never end. Ever!
And I’m so glad.

I want more pieces and more glue and more treasure.  For in these things lie my heart.