Posted by: earthsangel | June 4, 2008

Letting Go (from a forwarded email)

  Jenny was a bright-eyed, pretty five-year-old girl. One

  day when she and her mother were checking out at the

  grocery store, Jenny saw a plastic pearl necklace priced

  at $2.50. How she wanted that necklace and when she asked

  her mother if she would buy it for her, her mother said,

  “Well, it is a pretty necklace, but it costs an awful lot

  of money.  I’ll tell you what.  I’ll buy you the

  necklace, and when we get home we can make up a list of

  chores that you can do to pay for the necklace.  And

  don’t forget that for your birthday Grandma just might

  give you a whole dollar bill, too. Okay?”


  Jenny agreed, and her mother bought the pearl necklace

  for her.  Jenny worked on her chores very hard every day,

  and sure enough, her Grandma gave her a brand new dollar

  bill for her birthday.


  Soon Jenny had paid off the pearls. How Jenny loved those

  pearls.  She wore them everywhere to kindergarten, bed,

  and when she went out with her mother to run errands. The

  only time she didn’t wear them was in the shower – her

  mother had told her that they would turn her neck green.


  Now Jenny had a very loving daddy. When Jenny went to

  bed, he would get up from his favorite chair every night

  and read Jenny her favorite story. One night when he

  finished the story, he said, “Jenny, do you love me?”

  “Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you,” the little girl

  said. “Well, then, give me your pearls.”  “Oh! Daddy, not

  my pearls!” Jenny said. “But you can have Rosie, my

  favorite doll.  Remember her? You gave her to me last

  year for my birthday. And you can have her tea party

  outfit, too. Okay?”


  “Oh no, darling, that’s okay.” Her father brushed her

  cheek with a kiss.  “Good night, little one.”


  A week later, her father once again asked Jenny after her

  story, “Do you love me?” “Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love

  you.” “Well, then, give me your pearls.” “Oh, Daddy, not

  my pearls! But you can have Ribbons, my toy horse. Do you

  remember her?  She’s my favorite.  Her hair is so soft,

  and you can play with it and braid it and everything.

  You can have Ribbons if you want her, Daddy,” the little

  girl said to her father.


  “No, that’s okay,” her father said and brushed her cheek

  again with a kiss. “God bless you, little one. Sweet



  Several days later, when Jenny’s father came in to read

  her a story, Jenny was sitting on her bed and her lip was

  trembling. “Here, Daddy,” she said, and held out her

  hand. She opened it and her beloved pearl necklace was

  inside. She let it slip into her father’s hand. With one

  hand her father held the plastic pearls and with the

  other he pulled out of his pocket a blue velvet box.

  Inside of the box were real, genuine, beautiful pearls.

  He had them all along. He was waiting for Jenny to give

  up the cheap stuff so he could give her the real thing.


  So 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 onto harmful or unnecessary

  partners, relationships, habits and activities which you

  have become so attached to that it seems impossible to

  let go?


  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 giving you something

  better in its place.


This story was sent by a friend, there was a time in my life that i was holding back a harmful relationship with someone this made me realize that there are better things waiting for me, its a long painfull process but at the end it was all worth it.


  1. Loosening our grip from holding someone or something we’re so attached to is painful, but we have to understand that sometimes letting go means saving ourselves.. it may hurt us for a while, but it surely is the best thing to do.. it may hurt us letting go, but who knows it may even hurt more if we keep on holding on..

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