Whensday

It’s odd, but I can recall when the Monkees were on TV in prime time.  I think I was about 2 or 3, but I remember being in the room upstairs of the house we lived in at the time, watching them.

When I was about 6, my sister and her friend gave me all their old copies of their Monkees albums and I was in heaven.  I watched the show, then in syndication, every Saturday without fail.  I was going to grow up and marry Davy, you see, and Saturdays were my only chance to “see” him. 

I was also never going to be taller than 5’3”, because he was 5’3” and I couldn’t be taller than him.  That’s what I decided anyway, lol.  Isn’t it funny how at 6 you think you can control those things?

Of course, Davy would always remain as he was, until I caught up to him age-wise.  He would wait for me!  I was certain of that.  Then we would grow old together. 

By 9, I’d moved on to Donny – such is the fickleness of youth!  But Davy would always be my first “love.” 

And when I was 6, no one, and I mean NO ONE, had moves like he did!  As much as 6 years olds can, he made me swoon. 

It’s hard to believe he’s gone! 

Thank you for the memories, Davy.  My condolences to your wife and daughters. 

 

 

 

I’m a Believer!

When I was a little girl, I loved the Monkees. I can even remember seeing them on prime time television, barely. By the time I was 6 or 7, I had such a mad crush on Davy, I swore I wouldn’t grow up to be taller than him. (And I didn’t! lol) A friend of my older sister gave me all her old Monkees albums, and I’d listen for hours, memorizing the songs and dancing around the living room with abandon.

 

I still love the Monkees. Not too long ago, I was able to get a CD of some of their songs, mostly the greatest hits. It had been a while since I’d been able to listen to their music – all those old records having been stolen, and even before that I had lost my turntable. So it was with great joy that I put the CD in and put the headphones on.

 

One song in particular got me. As I listened, I thought of how much it applied to me and my husband. If you knew our history, you’d know how much “I’m a Believer” sounded like us, the way we met. I had seen him in my minds’ eye since I was a youngling of about 3. He was my dream guy, literally; my childhood “imaginary playmate.” But when I finally met him, and saw his face, you can bet I became a true believer! My fairy tale dream guy come to life.

 

But as I listened, I realized something else. I believe in Christ, the risen Lord, God the Son, my Creator. I am a believer in Jesus, and the words to the song, with a slight alteration, apply for me in that way too. We search all our lives for love, real love, the kind of love that’s out to find us and that would die for us – and He did. It is a fairy tale kind of love – it’s a get out of jail kind of love, an I’ve paid your bail kind of love, an I took your punishment love. There is no greater love than that – and all too often Christians go around with joyless hearts and sourpuss faces. “Dancing is wrong! Having fun is a sin! Don’t enjoy yourself!” We have been given the greatest gift in the universe and we act like Scrooge. Shouldn’t we be joyful? God loves us! Let us dance and sing! Let us delight in the love of the Lord!

 

I’m a Believer By Neil Diamond (slight alterations by me)

I thought love was only true in fairy tales

Meant for someone else but not for me.

Love was out to get me

That’s the way it seemed.

Disappointment haunted all my dreams.

Then I saw His face,

now I’m a believer

Not a trace of doubt in my mind. I’m in love,

I’m a believer! I couldn’t leave Him if I tried.

I thought love was more or less a givin’ thing,

Seems the more I gave the less I got.

What’s the use in tryin’?

All you get is pain.

When I needed it’s sunshine I got rain.

Then I saw His face, now I’m a believer

Not a trace of doubt in my mind.

I’m in love, I’m a believer! I couldn’t leave Him if I tried.

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