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        Jesus And The Children

         

        Pearls From Heaven

        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, Mummy. Can I have them? Please, Mummy, 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's Dad

        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 babydoll. 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.

         

        The Tear

        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 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 WE hanging on to?...

         

        "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
        for they shall be filled". Matthew 5:6

         

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        Words

        If you have a penny and I have a penny and we exchange pennies,
        you still have one cent and I still have one cent.
        But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange ideas,
        you now have two ideas and I now have two ideas.

         

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