This Snoodle’s Tale continues…

Let me ‘splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up. (If you don’t get that reference, you have missed out on one of the greatest movies ever.) Seriously, if you didn’t read yesterday’s entry then today’s will be even more confusing than it may be for those of you who did read yesterday’s (and now I’ve confused myself). Feel free to go back and read it now. We’ll wait here.

Okay, ready? So, yesterday we left a sad mom on a couch watching “A Snoodle’s Tale” with her children and realizing that she has much more in common with a Veggie Tale cartoon character than she’d like to admit. Let’s continue, shall we?


As The Snoodle’s Tale continues, Snoodle Doo decides that maybe he shouldn’t even be with other Snoodles. He sets off to be by himself and, after a difficult journey, finds himself at the top of Mount Ginches, “alone with the wind, and his thoughts, and the finches.” Except, he isn’t really alone. His thoughts are interrupted by a voice that isn’t his own. The voice belongs to The Stranger, who tells the little Snoodle that the pictures in his backpack don’t look like him at all and He throws the drawings in the fire. The Stranger has drawn a picture of what the little Snoodle really looks like. When Snoodle Doo sees it, he can’t believe his eyes! The Snoodle in the drawing looks strong and confident and has big wings. This can’t be right! That couldn’t be a picture of him! “But I know who you are,” said The Man, “for I made you.”

Those words drilled straight to the heart of the mom, as if The Stranger were speaking directly to her. She remembered a Beth Moore Bible study she did with some ladies from her church. They had read about the day God sent an angel to a hesitant and fearful guy named Gideon to tell him he was going to lead an army to defeat a formidable foe. The angel’s first words to Gideon were, “The Lord is with you, mighty warrior” (Judges 6:12). Mighty warrior?! This guy was afraid of his shadow! Beth Moore said something about the way the angel addressed Gideon that had stuck in the mom’s head. She said, “God sees us as what He’s going to make us.”

No wonder she was so tired and frustrated.  Everyday she tried to stuff more pictures of herself in a backpack whose seams were straining from the weight. Everyday she consumed all of her energy trying to look like the girl in the pictures. All she really needed was one picture, the one drawn by the One who made her. When she replaced all the other pictures with the one that really mattered, she, too, like the Snoodle, would not only be able to fly, she’d be able to soar. Even before she got a good look at the picture of who she really was, she felt tons lighter just from letting go of every other picture of herself.

Sitting on her living couch, nestled close beside her three precious blessings, the tired, sad mom suddenly felt the weight of God’s love for her. Not His love for all of humanity or all women or even all tired, sad moms. She felt a full measure of His love for her, a specific and necessary part of His creation. He had purposefully drawn her. He loved her. He wanted her. His love washed over her in waves. She was overwhelmed and she began to cry. And not a soft, pretty, princess cry that doesn’t leave makeup streaks and globs of mascara. This was much messier. And louder.  She was bawling all over herself.  The little people found this interesting and perhaps a little troubling. Mom didn’t usually cry when she watched Bob and Larry.  Hallmark commercials? Sure, but not usually Veggie Tales.  

The mom was exhausted from the emotion of the morning, but it was a “good tired.” She felt lighter and freer than she had in a very long time. She had let go of a lot of baggage that she’d carried around that had drained her strength and caused her pain. The release felt good, but several questions lingered.  So how did God see her? What did His picture of her look like? 


Hmm….I guess there’s more to this story…


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2 responses to “This Snoodle’s Tale continues…

  1. carpoolqueen

    I had never thought about that Gideon story. I’m going to have to ponder what God calls me. I certainly know what I call myself, and it’s not very pretty and it’s in my backpack.

  2. Cindy

    I had a very bad mommy day today. As much as I hate to say it, I’m so glad to know I’m not alone feeling the way I do tonight. I need to find that episode of Veggie Tales and watch it.

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