Maybe You Can Put a Price on It
My six-year-old daughter, Rona, listened intently as the speaker at our church told of the hardships people endured in the country where she was ministering. It was the day after Rona’s birthday, and her grandmother had given her some money. When the offering basket came around, Rona reached into her pocket, pulled out her birthday money, and put it in the basket. “Your grandmother wanted you to use that to buy something nice for yourself,” I said. “I did,” Rona replied with a big smile. “I bought happiness.”
—Joyce Petrichek, finleyville, pennsylvania