Just believe. That’s all I needed for the magic to happen. Those words from the great encouragers sounded so good when I was a kid. I dreamed of all the things I could be—a doctor, a lawyer, a scientist. I could be anything I wanted to be.
“Frankie,” Grampa said, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“A farmer,” I said, because Grampa was a farmer and I wanted to be like him.
Daddy asked the same question and I said, “A preacher,” because I wanted to be like him.
Some of my school teachers wanted me to pursue their specialties—math, science, or music. They shared their ideas of who I could become, adding to my dreams. Nobody ever suggested I should be a writer or speaker. Obviously, I had no talent there.
When I graduated from high school, I dreamed of rubbing a magic lamp. A genie would appear and grant me three wishes. Those dreams didn’t help. I had to wake up and face the real world. Without money or a genie, I could only work, hope, and pray that my life would amount to something.
I read where God would give me the desires of my heart (Psalm 37:4). How could I make those words come true for me—rub my Bible? No, I needed to “delight myself in the Lord.” What did that mean? My translation: You can have whatever you want as long as you only want what God wants.
If God were to say, “Frankie, what do you want to be when you grow up?” I would answer, “You know better than I do. I just want to be like you.”
All those old dreams can stay bottled up. I’ve found a better deal.