I heard this story awhile back and I carry it's message in my heart......I know you will too.
THE PEARL NECKLACE
A
cheerful 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 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 piggy bank and counted out 17
pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she
went 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 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 when 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
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 so 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. It's for you."
With
tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind 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 beautiful genuine pearls. He had had them all the time. He
was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could
give her a genuine treasure. (Author Unknown)
We all carry dime-store pearl necklaces...each pearl carrying something we're not willing to turn over to God. Let's give our Father the cheap necklace so He can give us the genuine treasure...a life filled with hope, love and serenity.
HAVE A BLESSED DAY!