In the past few years, I’ve become aware of several people who have had a loved one seemingly vanish—gone from the face of the earth. Maybe a birth parent who was never met or a child placed for adoption. Perhaps a runaway, an abduction, a casualty of war, or a foster child swallowed up by “The System.” In any case, their heart is left brimming with love, but without an object of affection on which to pour it. Our Papa knows, both the ache of our pent-up love and the location of the one we love. We can pour out our love and our heartache to Him. He knows the pain of our unexpressed love, and the location of our loved one, whereabouts unknown.


The one I love is gone—
Seemingly vanished into thin air.
My heart aches
With loneliness for them.
My arms hunger to hold them.
My eyes search for them everywhere.
My throat chokes me
At the thought of my dear one—

But Papa,
You know where they are.
Your heart beats with love for them,
Making Your presence known
And drawing them to Yourself.
Your arms are around them,
Holding them.
Your eyes are always watching over them,
And Your voice sings over them with joy,
Quieting them with Your love.

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So I pour out my heart to You,
The creator of love,
And of the one I love.
Their whereabouts are not unknown to You
I return my love for them to You,
The source from which it came,
Trusting You to lavish them
With Your love, and mine,
Until I see them again—
In this world
Or in Your Kingdom.


marcia-headshot-225x300As a child, Marcia Gunnett Woodard was an avid reader, often disappearing into a book for days at a time. By her late teen years she realized that she wanted to be able to use words to weave a spell that drew the reader into the story, like her favorite authors did. Since then, she has enjoyed trying her hand at a variety of writing forms, including fiction, poetry, and theatre scripts.
Although she still lives less than 100 miles from her birthplace, she has traveled internationally and has shared her thoughts with groups as near as a local university and as far away as Vladimir, Russia.
When she isn’t writing, she enjoys camping, traveling, sewing, playing word games, and surrounding herself with family (her husband and their children and grandchildren) and friends (both real and imaginary).
Marcia firmly believes in the power of story. Since learning that the words parable and parabola have the same origins, she considers her writing and speaking to be a catapults, using the parabolic arc of story to launch projectiles of truth into walled-off hearts and barricaded minds.
Connect with Marcia online:
Twitter: @MarGunWoo