Where your Treasure is…

Matthew 6:19a” Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth,
where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal…”

“Where your Treasure is”

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. “One dollar and ninety five cents. 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 the genuine
treasure.

What are you hanging on to?

Matthew 6:19-21
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth,
where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break
in and steal.  But store up for yourselves treasures
in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where
thieves do not break in and steal. For where your
treasure is there your heart will be also.”

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