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    8 posts, 8 voices, 1473 views, started Jun 5, 2011

    Posted on Sunday, June 5, 2011 by Mary Clark

    • The Necklace

      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 little things in our lives so that he can give us much bigger treasures.

      God will never take away something
      without giving you something in its place.

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