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 is 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 seventeen 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.
“The
Necklace” —
Author Unknown
What are you
holding onto that is keeping you from totally loving your heavenly creator? You
know I love ya, Don
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