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Jennifer Jo Weiss

Pearl Necklaces

I was shocked this year when my husband of almost 18 years gave me the biggest Valentine's present I had ever received - a REAL cultured pearl necklace.   He didn't pay a lot for it - apparently there was some deal with the NRA (yes, the National Rifle Association of which he is a member).  Regardless, the
gift was just perfect.  I'll tell you why in a moment.

Pearls somewhat fascinate me.   I remember as a kid when we would go to Sea World in Sandusky (Ohio).  It was one of my favorite places.   One of the attractions was a lady dressed up like a Mermaid and a small (but deep) freshwater "pool" that had oysters in it.   For a price, she would dive down and grab an oyster for you.  You would then take it into a building where they would get the oyster out for you.   Pearls are unique.  It's amazing how they are formed - even that they can be cultured today.  Heaven is described as having gates of pearl.  Revelation 21:21 says, "The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of pure gold, like transparent glass."    Things we deem so costly or precious used as building materials... it seems extraordinary.  

My strand of pearls, however, represented much more than a possession to me.  It reminded me of one of my favorite stories of recent years that I use a lot when I talk to people.    You probably have heard it too via email.  I found the story online -


The Pearl Necklace - Author Unknown

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 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.

What are you hanging on to?


You see, this story represents where our family is in life at the moment.  There are big changes in just about everything you can imagine.  We're getting ready to move  and live in a different metro city (another story in itself - a testimony really - that I will share with you later), Pete's job just changed a few months ago which in turn has changed our family,  we're changing the way we're running our Home School, we're expanding our ministry, and the list goes on and on.    I'm not kidding when I say everything is in the process of change!   Part of that change is realizing that in many aspects, we have to let go of things the way we "used to do them" or what we've been comfortable with.    Sometimes we must let go to open our hand to receive what God has in store.  God has us here at this very moment, awaiting to receive His perfect will into our lives.  Boy, it's not easy.  I've been surprised at myself what a tight grip I have on a few things, but God has gently been working on me to "let go".    We're also been stretched and pushed to places we never thought we could get to.  Yet, through the struggle, we're becoming stronger and God is really refining us.

I really am the Jenny in the story at the moment (but I spell my name J-e-n-n-i).     I am learning to trust and seeing first hand that God will never disappoint.    Pete's Valentine's gift to me was not only a beautiful gift, but also a confirmation, hope, and promise straight from God's heart to mine that genuine treasure awaits.   Ah, and yes, just like the story... my pearls from Pete came in a blue velvet case! 

So, what are you hanging on to today?

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