Miscellaneous - http://diamondmachine.com/starfire7s/Pearls_of

The Pearls

After the divorce, her teenage daughter
became increasingly rebellious. It
culminated late one night when the police
arrested her daughter for drunk driving.
Mom had to go to the police station to
pick her up. They didn't speak until
the next afternoon. Mom broke the tension
by giving her a small gift-wrapped box.

Her daughter nonchalantly opened it and
found a little rock inside. She rolled
her eyes and said,

"Cute, Mom, what's this for?"

"Read the card," Mom instructed. Her
daughter took the card out of the
white parchment envelope and read it.
Tears started to trickle down her cheeks.
She got up and lovingly hugged her Mom as
the card fell to the floor. On the card
were these words inscribed in gold:

"This rock is more than 200,000,000 years
old. That's how long it will take before
I give up on you. Love always, Mom."
****

Love is...

Kisses in the moonlight,

whispers in your ear.

Secrets only two can share

that others will not hear.

Laughter in the morning,

a hug to start the day.

Tears if we must be apart

when works takes us away.

Smiles that light a room,

a gentle loving glance.

Moments that can fill our hearts

with thoughts of just romance.

Comfort in your sorrow,

a shoulder that is there.

A willing ear that listens to

the burdens you must bear.

Arms that hold you close,

a flower picked with love.

All these things that love is,

are gifts from up above.

For Melody, one of my gifts from God!
placed here on: 2/17/98, in memory of~
****

"The Greatest Treasure"

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, Mommy, 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 new 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 or 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--kindergarten, Sunday
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 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? Won't you please tell me."

Jenny didn't say anything but lifted
her tiny 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. It's
so like God. What "treasures" do we cling
we cling to? What might He replace them
with if we just "let go, putting Him and
others first?"

The Starfire 2/17/98

Starfire7s@aol.com

Smile......Jesus love you!

Starfire7s@aol.com

Sign Guestbook

View Guestbook

Visitors: 01830

Page Updated Mon Mar 29, 1999 10:47am EST