The other day I caught myself singing the song “Young at Heart”. I don’t know where it came from, but there I was flitting around the house humming the tune and then singing the words. You know them: “Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you if you’re young at heart…. For as rich as you are its’ much better by far to be young at heart. …and if you survive to a hundred and five, think of all you’d derive out of being a live, and here is the best part, you have a head start — if you are among the very young at heart.”
Are you a visionary? If not, do you know any? Visionaries are the most interesting and joyful people. They’re happy and full of hope, even when things look bad. I think it’s normal, though, to vacillate back and forth from joyful excitement to anxiety and worry, but the people who can handle the hard stuff in life – and still find the good are extremely inspiring.
I remember my Mom years ago when my Dad was pastoring a church up at Quanacassee, Michigan near Bay City. My Mom was the perfect pastor’s wife. She had a beautiful voice and loved to sing solos. She also played the piano. Long story made short, my Mom wanted an organ to play hymns. She wanted it as bad as a little girl wants the latest Barbie Doll. Dad’s income wasn’t all that great because the congregation was small and poor. Dreaming of an organ was about as senseless as telling Santa Clause you want a Lamborghini sport car. There wasn’t one Elder that would even think about going into debt for an organ.
But there was my Mom, unrelenting in her wish, hanging onto her dream, her fancy, that one day she would have an organ and play it for the congregation.
I caught myself laughing at her dream, which I’ve repented a million times for. But I knew there was no way in the world my Mom would get an organ, and I knew no wish, no begging, no prayer would deliver it to her doorstep. (Aha, he who laughs last, laughs best!)
I soon found out that dreams and hopes do not always continue in the metaphoric state – they do transfer to real, and come true. My Mom got her the organ she hoped for. Dad somehow found the money to pay for it and I saw that the long wait for it was as happy as the gift. The wait at times seemed unending, but it increased my mother’s faith, gave a reason for happy expectation, and actually kept her joyful. She was “young at heart” all the time while caught in the “wait”.
Remember Rachael in my novel, “The Secret on Bridgeton Hill”? The next morning, after waking as a new bride, she wrote in her journal these words that were meant for her new wonderful husband: “You came to me when I was orphaned, without parents … Though the world is in turmoil, my heart is alive and dancing in a beautiful spring-time of joy. …I have learned that we must wait for God, long and meekly, in the wind and wet, in the thunder and lightning, in the cold and the dark, wait, and God will answer and give. He never comes to those who do not wait.”
So who is to say which is the best – the wonderful intrinsic anticipation of the dream, or the satisfaction of having it? God is in both the wait and the arrival.
May I encourage that we all stay young at heart – hope to live to 105, keep our visions, keep the wonder, and never let anyone laugh or tell us that our wish is impossible.
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