The 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,
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, 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 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
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
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.
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.
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?"
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."
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 stand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny.
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 genuine treasure.
So like our heavenly Father, what are you
hanging on to?
- WRITTEN BY ALICE GRAY -
GOD'S LITTLE ACRE
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