Sunday Wonder

. . . Wherein I celebrate uniqueness.



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Now there are diversities of gifts,
But the same Spirit.

1 Corinthians 12:4

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One day, Punchinello met a
Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met.
She had no dots or stars.
She was just wooden.
Her name was Lucia.

It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers;
it's just that the stickers didn't stick.

Some of the Wemmicks admired Lucia for having no dots,
so they would run up and give her a star.
But it would fall off.
Others would look down on her for having no stars,
so they would give her a dot.
But it wouldn't stay either.

"That's the way I want to be," thought Punchinello.
"I don't want anyone's marks!"
So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it.

"It's easy," Lucia replied. "Every day I go see Eli."

"Eli?"

"Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with Him."

"Why?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself?
Go up the hill. He's there."

And with that, the Wemmick who had no stickers
turned and skipped away.

From You Are Special by Max Lucado

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Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect;
And in thy book all my members were written,
Which in continuance were fashioned,
When as yet there was none of them.

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me,
O God! How great is the sum of them!

If I should count them,
They are more in number than the sand:
When I awake,
I am still with thee

Psalm 139:16-18