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The Pearl that Cannot be Bought

Matthew 13:45-46 (New Living Translation)
45 “Again, the Kingdom of Heaven is like a merchant on the lookout for choice pearls. 46 When he discovered a pearl of great value, he sold everything he owned and bought it.

Victoria and Tiffany-Amber worked side by side with their grandfather in the garden as he toiled on hands and knees, in the hot sun. He was painstakingly weeding--and they worked away with garden rake and trowel, busy and serious about removing the vestiges of fall and winter.

Bringing beauty to this acre of land on which our house has stood for almost nineteen years, is a labour of love for Paul. Every year he finds a reason to plant a few more trees, extend the flower beds, or create another space in which to sit and enjoy nature.

As I pulled out of the driveway in my car to go shopping they hardly noticed me leaving, but I carried the picture of the threesome in the garden in my heart.

Our home has been such a place of happiness over the years. It has sheltered three generations of our family and had its share of temporary guests and visitors. It's hard to think of ever leaving, or of other people living here. We all feel that way, including our grandchildren who live downstairs.

As they worked in the garden, Victoria said, "Grandad, I want to live here forever."

Paul said, "Well, one day, when you're grown up, you might get married and move away."

But Victoria was resolute, "No, I want to live here forever."

Joking, Paul said, "Well then, you might have to buy it. That will be about $250,000 each."

Little did he know it, but his words were taken very seriously by two little girls. Later on, downstairs, they could be found emptying out their money boxes, and calculating the difference between the $14 they had rustled up, and the $500,000 Paul had quoted them.

I loved the determination and hopefulness with which they tackled this comparitively huge purchase. If they only knew our hearts--that we would give our very lives for our children and grandchildren, let alone a piece of land!

There was a merchant, in a long ago story about the Kingdom of God. The merchant sold everything he had to purchase a priceless pearl that he had discovered. The story is about the fact that nothing compares in value to the Kingdom of God, and the wise will seek after it with all of their hearts.

But today I think of a Father whose heart is to give us that pearl--and who gave everything he had to purchase it for us.

He has already paid the price--a price that we had no hope of paying.

Two little girls with high hopes, in a garden--they gave me a glimpse into his heart.

Psalm 37:3-5 (New Living Translation)
3 Trust in the Lord and do good.
Then you will live safely in the land and prosper.
4 Take delight in the Lord,
and he will give you your heart’s desires.
5 Commit everything you do to the Lord.

Trust him, and he will help you.
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