Snow White Syndrome (SWS)

Snow White is probably one of my least favorite Disney cartoons... however, it's a classic... and yields my respect.  The general plot of the story is that this gal is run out of what she knows because an evil ruler wants what she has and the recognition and acknowledgment for it. She goes and lives with seven tiny woodsman in a little cottage based hopefully on their compassion.  The evil ruler finds out where she is, magically changes herself into a dirty little, old cloaked woman with a basket of poisoned apples. She goes to the cottage when the woodsman (Dwarfs) are away and gives Snow White a poison apple.  She wipes out and has to wait to prince charming or a like figure to come smooch her and bring her back to life. It has a happy ending.  FYI. Although that's in itself could be spoken to for quite some time... I want to take a little look at Snow White's Character... affectionately called "Snow White Syndrome."

She was infectious... meaning everywhere she went people wanted to be around her... animals wanted to be around her. She had something about her that drew others to her. Intriguing, peaceful, joyful, intelligent (although naive- who takes a random apple, from a really old stranger with four teeth, in a dark black cloak, in the middle of the day? sheesh!), appealing, at ease despite her situation, loving, etc. 

I was recently in a situation that brought incredible anxiety, although I may never of confessed that otherwise. I was heading into a situation where great tension mounted. You name it, I'm sure it was there. A great friend, who didn't know the extent of the situation  prayed for me and just asked for favor, covering and peace when I arrived.  As I arrived at this home, a peace that just surpassed everything flooded my car.  As the time went on, I found that I had a following, children and animals were following me around to see what I'd say... do... to just be in my presence. I venture to say that it wasn't my presence that they sensed or what they were attracted to... but rather the one I serve. There was a depth of peace, joy, love and every other fruit of the spirit... and a depth of the word "safe" being felt genuinely at that moment... both by me and through me. This has happened several times before but I've just found that in that moment, I was keenly aware of what was happening.

We need to daily take a look at the Lord, who we represent, and how we are representing Him. Sometimes, it's not about gaining control of certain things but rather taking a deep breath and trusting what might not always make sense. Just to find that a miracle and a lot of fruit are over that unknown hill. 

Jesus had a following... adults, children, animals, even the elements of the earth obeyed Him... but I'm certain that He was mesmerizing to so many (and still is). Where the thought must have been (and still is), "there's just something about Him, I can't put my finger on it... but I just can't get enough."   We represent Him... we have His spirit... what do people feel when they see you? Can they feel His spirit?

Papa- help us to represent you well. May we walk in your love-