I found an old board book of Max Lucado’s “You Are Special” while cleaning and sorting out in the garage the other day. Yes, we still have boxes of books unpacked from our move a few months ago. This part truly warmed my heart. I hope it is permissible to share here.
“Punchinello?” The voice was deep and strong. “How good to see you. Come- let me have a look at you.”
Punchinello looked up. “You know my name?”
“Of course. I made you.” Eli picked him up and set him on the bench. “Looks like you’ve been given some bad marks,” said the maker.
“I didn’t mean to, Eli. I really tried hard.”
“Punchinello, I don’t care what the other Wemmicks think.”
“No. You shouldn’t either. What they think doesn’t matter. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special.”
If you are a mother like me, you must already know that even a four-year-old is not exempt from “dot sticker throwing.” How wonderful for them to know about the love of Christ, and to be reaffirmed that they are truly special.
I have been given quite a number of ugly dots, too- okay, maybe some are stars- but I am proud to say that they had all fallen off. I am confident I am a “Lucia” because if the other “Wemmicks” even try to put dots on me (and yes they try), those hideous dots would have to yield, for I know who I am in “Eli” and I know exactly where to find Him…
I will praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well. Psalm 139:14
Flo now blogs at Joy in the Ordinary