I received an email from close friend of mine, Marites, whom I bonded in Christmas Institute(Spritual Retreat) because she was one of my five roommates.Well, I have lost in touch with her because she was preparing to go to college and I, too, was busy establishing my own career. I used to talk to her about Glenn and she talks to me like a "Hawaiian SistaH" and we would bust out "Li'de dis, en talk li'de dat" like how folks in Hawaii talked "pidgin english." And everyone would just laugh all night and morning long in our room. Then we would get in trouble for laughing so loud.
With all that mentioned, after a year, Marites emailed me. Weird thing because she doesn't know what I have been up to. The last time e saw each other, Glenn and I were going strong. In fact, she has no idea what has been going in my life. But her email gave me reflections to think about and consider. It was actually one of those forwarded mails I get that really made sense. And rarely do I post stuff in my blogs from my emails because I like posting emails that means a lot to me. Well, this is one of them. Thanks, Tess. I'll see you soon. I miss you girl.
TO MY READERS: Perhaps, this can lighten up your day as much as it brought sunshine to mines.
WHY IS IT SO HARD TO LET GO?
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 Jessie 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. Jessie 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. Jessie 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 Jessie, "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, Jessie'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, Jessie 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, Jessie? What's the matter?"
Jessie 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, Jessie'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 Jessie. He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure.
So as it is with our Heavenly Father. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasure.
Isn't God good?
Are you holding onto things which God wants you to let go of?
Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary partners, relationships, habits and activities which you have come so attached to that it seems impossible to let go of?
Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in the other hand, but do believe this one thing..
God will never take away something without giv! ing you something better to take its place.
****Why did this email touch me? I don't know. Perhaps, I feel like the "pearl necklace" is Glenn in my life. I can't let him go like the daughter had a difficult time giving the necklace to God. That's how I felt when I had to accect teh harsh truth about Glenn and his mishaps. It was painful and yet, I needed to do it. I had to let go of it. Now, is this email telling me there's someone meant for me out there, someone better, someone who I deserve? Perhaps, yes or perhaps no. I think, I am agreeing what Rod said in his post today, that I should be patient. So with these forwarded mail and patience, I am gradually realizing that my Lord has been good to me. And I need this hurt and pain to wake me up and make me strong each time an aodd comes my way. Thank, Tess. It was helpful.
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