The Wemmicks were small wooden people. All of the Wemmicks were carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Each Wemmick was different. Some had big noses. Others had large eyes. Some were tall, others were short. Some wore hats. Others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the same village. All day, every day the Wemmicks gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of gold star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the street all over the city people spent their days sticking gray dots or gold stars on one another. The pretty ones, those with smooth fine wood and paint ALWAYS got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmick got gray dots. The talented ones got stars too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others new big words or could sing pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars. Some Wemmicks had stars all over them. Every time they got a star it made them feel so good! It made them want to do something else and get more stars! Others though could do little and they got dots.
Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others. But he always fell. And when he fell the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, his wood got scratched so the people would give him MORE dots. Then when he tried to explain why he fell, he would say something silly and the Wemmicks would give him MORE dots. After a while, he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid that he would do something dumb like forget his hat or step in the water and then people would give him another dot. In fact he had so many gray dots, that some people would come up and give him a dot for no reason at all. "He sure has lots of dots" the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person." After a while Punchinello believed them. " I'm not a good wooden person." He would say. The few times that he went outside he would hang around other Wemmicks who had lots of dots. He felt better around them.
One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any Wemmick he had 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 stars or dots. It was just that their stickers didn't stick. Some of the Wemmicks admired Lucia for having no stickers. So they would run up and give her a star, but it would just fall off. Others looked 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 anyones marks" So, he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it.
"Easy" Lucia replied. "Every day I go see Eli"
"Eli?"
"Yes, Eli, the wood carver. 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.
"But will he want to see me?" Punchinello cried out.
Lucia didn't hear. So Punchinello went home. he sat near the window watching the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots.
"its' not right" he muttered to himself and he decided to go see Eli.
He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tip toes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. "I'm not staying here" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name.
"PUNCHINELLO" the voice was deep and strong. Punchinello stopped.
"Punchinello! How good to see you! Come let me have a look at you!"
Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman.
"You know my name?" The little Wemmick asked.
"Of course I do! I made You!" Eli stooped down and picked him up and sat him on the bench.
"HMMMM." The maker spoke softly as he looked at the gray dots.
"Well, looks like you've been given some bad marks."
"I didn't mean to Eli! I really tried hard"
"OH! Now you don't have to defend yourself to me child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think."
"You don't?"
"No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give you stars or dots. They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter Punchinello. All that matters is what I think and I think you are pretty special"
Punchinello laughed.
"Me? Special? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"
Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders and spoke very slowly.
"Because You are mine. That's why you matter to me."
Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this. Much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.
"Every day I've been hoping you would come." Eli explained.
"I came because I met someone who had no marks" said Punchinello
" I know. She told me about you."
"Why don't those stickers stay on her?"
The maker spoke softly.
"Because she has decided that what I think is MORE important than what THEY think. The stickers will only stick if you let them."
"What?"
"The stickers will only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust MY love, the less you care about their stickers."
"I'm not so sure I understand."
Eli smiled.
"You will. But it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now just come to see me EVERY DAY and let me remind you how much I care."
Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground.
"Remember" Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door.
"You are special because I made you and I don't make mistakes"
Punchinello didn't stop but in his heart he thought
"I think he really means it"
And when he did a dot fell to the ground.
I'm not going to expound a whole lot except to say that the key to the dots and stars not sticking was going to the Maker EVERYDAY and letting Him remind Punchinello of how much He cared for him.
A great scripture to memorize and declare when feelings of hopelessness, depression and pressure come on you is Psalm 139:14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
Eli also told Punchinello that he had been waiting on him to come see Him. Your Maker desires to spend time with you.
Your significance is found in HIM!
Blessings,
Gwen