The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.
"Oh Mommy please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?"
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face.
"A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma."
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night as he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you gave me. She's my very favorite."
"That's okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?"
"Daddy, you know I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."
"That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you."
And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian style.
As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?"
Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, daddy; this is for you."
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny.
He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure. So it is, with our Heavenly Father. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasures.
Isn't God good? Are you holding onto things that God wants You to let go of? Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary partners, relationships, habits and activities that you have come so attached to that it seems impossible to let go? Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in the other hand but do believe this one thing. God will never take away something without giving you something better in its place. The greatest gifts happen when you share love and touch others.
unknown author. My mother in law sent it to me in an email. I thought it fit the season so well.
Thank you Sunshine!
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that is precious!
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ReplyDeleteI blog to get my thoughts out where I can see them. Also where others can see them. Because of this blog I am in the middle of getting my name published in a book as a person who has lots of skills in differnt mediums also getting a mention in a national magazine. Also helped push myself into starting my owen company with a web store not etsy but a real store. Should be open in about a moth had some set backs with a real sick kid. I also do it so my family who lives far away can see what I am up to. If I die it tels my kids a litlte about me and what I liked to do and what things I believed in. I just think it is fun sort of a weird journal but with pictures and comments.
Truly beautiful! Thanks for sharing it with us, sunshine! Nance
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'm crying. How precious is this story...thank you for sharing. Love, Susan
ReplyDeleteSo precious!
ReplyDeleteThat's very nice, Sunshine. In the book Jacob the Baker, he said something very similar to an angry person....he said, "When you hold your hand in a fist, it is difficult to receive the gifts from God." Love your story, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI love this story - first fruits. That is what He wants, but He will give us a bounty in return. Thank you for writing this!
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It' so like us (okay, ME) to be like the little girl... afraid to trust. It must break His heart. Thanks for sharing, Sunshine.
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There is a Redeemer.
Ok, I'm tearing up too. Just tonight at my 2 daughter's teacher conferences, there was a book fair. My husband and I agreed to get them one book. They chose books that were more $ than I was thinking of. Being thrifty, I began to suggest lesser priced items. I heard a little whisper in my ear to be generous with my children in this, His children really, and that He wants to be generous with me. My girls faces just lit up, and later I explained that I had a choice to listen to what I was hearing - and to be obedient...or to ignore it. I'm often explaining to my kids that mommy's and daddy's have to choose to obey, just like children do.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this, Ann