I heard the story of a
Father giving his young daughter a string of pearls. The girls really loved the
necklace until, days later, the father asked for it back. She refused. At the
dinner table, night after night, the father would stretch out his hand and
asked for the rice pearls. The girl resisted, pouted, cried, accused her dad of
being mean and unfair, but was miserable. She was no longer enjoying dinner
with her dad.
One night, she had enough.
She decided to let go of the rice pearls so she can once more enjoy her father.
So very reluctantly, she handed him back the necklace. To her dismay, the
father immediately tossed it into a nearby fireplace. Then, he reached into his
pocket and produced a string of real pearls. He had it all along, but wanted
the girl to give up what was good so he may give her the best.
I know how it is to cling
to that hurt so close to my chest that it has become as comfortable as an old
shirt. I know letting him go is like giving up my right for happiness and my
cry for vengeance: that the guy will pay! I know that after letting him go –
letting my dreams go – is like draining all purpose from my life. I know that
it feels like jumping into an abyss and letting the darkness have its
malevolent way.
But I release you. You are
not meant for me anyway. Like the father in the story, I trust that my Heavenly
Father will be gracious to give me “the real pearl necklace.” The kind worth
giving up everything else for. The kind worth waiting for.
The kind worth loving with
all my heart..
“See to it… that no root
of bitterness springing up causes trouble, and by it many be defiled (Hebrews
12:15.)”
I let you go..
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