Goodbye, 2017, New Year, Sally RoseThe new year is upon us, only a few hours away as I write this.

I heard a story today that I want to share. The story is about a six-year old named Jenny.

Jenny and her mother were at the store, waiting in the check out line, when Jenny spied a shiny pink box with a “pearl” necklace inside. She begged her mother to buy it for her.

Her mother picked up the box and turned it over to see the price–$1.95.

“Jenny, you can afford this necklace. If you save your chore-money, you can buy it for yourself in no time.”

Back home that evening, Jenny worked extra hard. The following day, she went to the neighbor’s house and asked if they had any work she could do. Within two weeks, Jenny was able to buy herself the “pearl” necklace.

She loved her pearls and never took them off, except for bubble baths. She wore them everywhere, even to school and to sleep.

One night, her daddy came in to tuck her in. “Jenny, do you love me?”

“Yes, Daddy, I sure do.”

“Then, give me your pearls,” he said.

“Daddy, I love you very much, but I can’t give you my pearls. You can have my teddy bear instead. He’s just been in the wash and smells so sweet.”

Her father left the room without her teddy bear.

A few days later, he came again to tuck her in. “Jenny, do you trust me?”

“Yes, Daddy. I trust you and love you with all my heart.”

“Then, give me your pearls.”

“Daddy, I can’t give you my pearls. You can have my dolly, and even the yellow blanket that matches her dress.”

Her father left without the doll.

A week later, her father once again came to tuck Jenny in. When he opened her bedroom door, he found her sitting on her bed, crying. She wasn’t wearing her pearl necklace.

“Jenny, what’s wrong? Where are your pearls?”

A tear fell down her cheek as Jenny held out her hand. “I’ve decided to give them to you, Daddy.”

She opened her hand, showing him the “pearl” necklace. At that moment, her father pulled a bag from his coat pocket.

“What’s that?” Jenny asked.

“Open it and see.”

When she opened the bag, out fell a necklace of real pearls. Her father clasped them around her neck.

“I’ve been waiting for you to let go of your old necklace, so that I could replace it with something better.”

As this year draws to a close, I remind myself to be like Jenny, to let go of the old so that I can be open to receive something better.

Happy New Year!

~~Sally Rose
Author of Amazon Nº. 1 Best Seller Penny Possible
Author of A Million Sticky Kisses & Love Me Tender
Contributing author to Once Upon An Expat

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