There are better things God wants to give us but we are holding on to the just good ones we have because we don’t trust God enough.
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. â€œOh please, mommy. Can I have them? Please, mommy, please?â€ quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girls upturned face. â€œA dollar ninety-five. Thatâ€™s almost $2.00. If you really want them, Iâ€™ll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthdayâ€™s only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma.â€
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 neighbour 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 dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, kindergarten, and school, 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, â€œDo you love me?â€ â€œOh yes, daddy. You know that I love you.â€ â€œThen give me your pearls.â€ â€œOh 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. Sheâ€™s my very favourite.â€ â€œThatâ€™s okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night.â€ And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jennyâ€™s daddy asked again, â€œDo you love me?â€ â€œDaddy you know I love you.â€ â€œThen give me your pearls.â€ â€œOh 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.â€ â€œThatâ€™s okay. Sleep well. Daddy loves you. â€œAnd 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. â€œWhat is it Jenny?Â Whatâ€™s the matter?â€ Jenny didnâ€™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, â€œHere, daddy, this is for you. â€œWith tears gathering in his own eyes, Jennys 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
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