“A parable is told about a merchant who searched the world for precious jewels and finally found the perfect pearl. He hired a craftsman to make a special box for the pearl so he could display it. The craftsman made an exquisite jewelry box with blue velvet lining, but much to the merchant’s dismay, people did not recognize the value of the pearl. They paid more attention to the box than to the pearl inside it. The box in this parable could be compared to a house and the pearl to the people inside it.
Do we sometimes pay more attention to our homes
—the walls, windows, and furnishings—
than to the people who live there?
After all, what makes a house into a home are the loved ones inside it.
Not long ago, a seven-year-old boy returned to the house from which his grandmother had recently moved. He had been to “Grandma’s house” more times than he could count. He loved to play there, begged to go there, and always felt safe and loved there. But when he walked inside the empty house and saw that Grandma really had moved, he shook his head and said, “It’s no fun here anymore.” It wasn’t the house he loved; it was the loving grandma who had lived there.
Music and the Spoken Word The Pearls of Home
Food for thought,
Love this! Thank you for posting this, perfect timing as we leave one house and move to another, the real treasures are each other and not where we live! 🙂 You are a blessing to me!!!!
As you are to me…a blessing. 😀 Thank you, friend.