Jenny's Pearl Necklace
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown
Jenny was a bright-eyed, cheerful young girl. One day when she and her mother were checking out at the grocery store, Jenny saw a circle of glistening white plastic pearls in a pink foil box. They were priced at $2.50. She begged her mom to buy them, they were so beautiful!
Her mother looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl and said."If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and you can save enough money to buy them yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another dollar from Grandma." Jenny saved up and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel grown up. She wore them everywhere--Sunday school, kindergarten, and all around the house. She treasured her pearls. But since they were just beads, eventually they got pretty worn down. Soon they were nothing but white beads on a worn string.
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 may I have your pearls?"
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. These are my favorite, I love these pearls."
"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 will you 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, if you want. But I love my pearls. You cant have my pearls."
"That's okay, Honey. Sleep well. Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
This went on for quite a while, always with the same result, until one night as Jenny's Daddy came to read her a story, Jenny was sitting on her bed. 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. When she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, Daddy. It's for you. I know you love me, and you wouldn't ask for my pearls unless you needed them."
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the prized necklace. He quietly left and when he came back, the other hand held a blue velvet case. He handed it to Jenny and told her, "Thank you for giving me your most prized possession. I know you even saved up for it all by yourself. Now, I have this for you also."
As Jenny pryed open the blue velvet box, so nice a thing itself she'd never known, the glistening white sheen of the rich genuine pearls struck her teary eyes.
Her daddy hugged her tight and said, "I needed to know you would take care of these. I needed to know you would keep these pearls nice. And now I know."
I remember when I was trying to make things work out with my ex, I called my mom one night and I said, "mom, what if this is like that stupid pearl story? What if God's just waiting to bless me when I'm ready to let go? But what if I don't WANT to let go? I already know what this is like, and I am okay with fake pearls. I don't want to let go.
And then when he left, I realized just how worn and chipped those plastic beads were. And how much I would have been missing.
And now... Now I have my real pearl.