I have great longings in my life, longing for the new body I had years ago, for more time to see the earth and His glory in it, and a longing to personally renew the great friendships of my past.
One of my greatest longings is to sing. The miracle of pushing air from one's lungs between two pieces of vibrating meat, out through your shaped mouth, and it sounds like Elvis is a gift I long to have.
I see my longings as gifts because God has great longings as well. He longs for us to praise him. He has given us the means mentioned above, and then we write songs using symbols, and we sing. We all can sing, just some better than others. One of my other longings is that when I get to heaven, God will give me the ability to sing like Emmylou Harris or Johnny Cash, and as I often tell my lover, “I am gonna go around singing all the time!!”...even after I’ve been there 10,000 years.
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Altar building in the Smoky Mountains. |
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