I truly believe that each one of us has a longing within us. Before coming to Christ, the soul longs for its redeemer. But even after that, our hearts still cry out and have longing within them. There are different longings as well. The ultimate longing is to be with our Father in heaven. Things don't ever seem to come together. How could they? The end of this stressful world has not occurred. We live in depravity, pain, sin, hurt, fear, death. Once all of that comes to an end, and we meet our Savior face to face, we will then fulfill the ultimate longing.
This post isn't about that though. I know, that would be useful and spiritual, but alas I choose a different path. You know me, I'm always thinking and wandering through my thoughts. Two weekends ago was a weekend of pondering. I have been working at the Farmer's Market each Saturday. It's a long morning, but usually worth it. This past Saturday was slower than normal, but I didn't mind. The weather was perfect, hot in the sun, but a beautiful cooling breeze and shade available. I set up my books each week and watch as people pick up, love, enjoy, pass by, question, and ignore my work. It's all good either way. I was set up at a new location this week and had a different view - both physically and mentally. All along the paths of the market are entrepreneurs putting themselves out there for all to see. Week after week people sit with their hearts on the line and hope that others appreciate their work. There's a longing in the hearts of each vendor. Be it the Pep Rolls guy, Jeremiah, or the glass lady, Debbie, these people have the desire to put forth something they put their time, energy, money, and passion into for the town of Summerville. They want more than just a 9 to 5. They want more than just a regular day. We want to be something different. Let me just say, there is nothing wrong with a 9-5. I need an accountant every February. We need teachers, doctors, firemen, and so many people that get overlooked. This isn't a knock on those that get up and go. This is just a cry for us that want something different. You might be one of them, though you get up and go teach each Monday through Friday. You might be someone longing like us, even though you work each weekend to make ends meet. Sometimes we must do what we must do. But for many of you, the longing is just that - to be the best teacher, coach, fireman, sales rep, so on and so forth. Either way, you feel it too. There is this longing within me to be something unique. I'm not quite sure exactly what it is, but this whole book writing thing is pretty awesome. I love to create. I love to knit for relaxation. I love to make glass pendants and beaded jewelry. Yes, those creative juices are forever there. But there is something about finding what my inner being has longed for. Writing was always a secret. It was something I did for me, and no one else. And now my work is out for all the world to see, and guess what? It's still just something I do for me. I write for my sanity. I write for my soul. I write for the longing that lets me sit from 7:30 - 1:00 every Saturday at the Farmer's Market. And I love that I can see the longing of others each Saturday. I'm not alone. And neither are you...
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