I received this story in my email today and thought I would share it.
A cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting withher mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glisteningwhite pearls in a pink foil box. “Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please,Mommy, please!”
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and thenlooked 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 enoughmoney to buy them for yourself. Your birthday’s only a week away and youmight get another crisp dollar bill from grandma.”
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and shewent to the neighbor and asked if she could pick dandelions for ten cents.On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at lastshe 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. Theonly 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 neckgreen.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready forbed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read hera story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, “Do youlove 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 horsefrom my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The oneyou gave me. She’s my favorite.”
“That’s okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night.” And he brushed hercheek 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 babydoll. The brand newone I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellowblanket 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 herbed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed herchin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. “What isit, 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 littlequiver, she finally said, “Here, Daddy. It’s for you.”
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny’s kind daddy reached outwith one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other handhe reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strandof beautiful genuine pearls. He had had them all the time. He was justwaiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuinetreasure.
Question- what imitations are we holding onto that stops us from receivingGod’s genuine treasures?
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