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Fw: Cast out your pearls
> The cheerful girl with bouncy 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,
> Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then
>looked back into the pleading 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 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 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 genuine treasure.
> Jenny's father is like our heavenly Father. He also is waiting for us
>to give up our dime store stuff and seek Him first ... so He can fling
>open the windows of Heaven and pour us out such a blessing that we will
>not have room enough to hold it.
>What are you hanging on to?
> Never be afraid to try something new.
> Remember, amateurs built the ark.
> Professionals built the Titanic.