What she really wanted more than anything was a new RED bicycle she had seen in the window of a store. She visited the store and shyly asked for the bright red bicycle in the window. To her great surprise the merchant immediately handed it to her. She rode the bike home with euphoric emotions of great, great joy. Her father was pleased to see his daughter enjoying the wealth he had provided for her.
The next day, though, the little girl emptied her piggy bank of all the money she had in it. She rode back to the store to give the merchant the money. When she handed it to him, he refused. "Oh, no, honey, your father has already paid for the bicycle. You don't owe me any money! Your father could buy the whole store if he wanted to. Trust me, you don't owe me a thing!" The little girl refused to believe the merchant - or the unending generosity and overwhelming wealth of her father. She told the merchant, "I want to earn this bicycle. It makes perfect sense that I should earn it!" She handed him her money. The merchant told her that it was far less than the cost of the bicycle. The next few weeks had her focused on how to earn the money to buy the bicycle. She didn't want to give up the beautiful bicycle and she didn't have the money to pay for it. She loved the bicycle. With all her heart. Something inside the little girl, though, caused her to believe and insist on paying for something she could never earn.
She volunteered to work around the house, earning extra money for doing extra chores. Her father could not know that his beloved daughter was trying to earn what he had already paid for. Over time, because of her inability to earn the money to pay for the bike....
The bike became a burden to her. She became exhausted trying to pay for it. She never told her father that she didn't believe that she could have it without having to earn it. She just thought to herself, "Who is THAT rich? Who is THAT generous?" It was impossible to believe all that her father told her about all that he wanted to give her. "He must be lying" she decided, "He cannot be that loving, that kind, that generous." One day, with a bitter, non-believing heart, she rolled the beautiful red bike back to the store and left it there. She'd rather not have the bike than exhaust herself trying to earn it. And from that day on,she walked wherever she needed to go, while the PAID FOR bike got rusty sitting outside the bicycle store.
She was still her Father's daughter, she was still The Little Rich Girl, but she didn't live as if she was. Is there anything sadder than a rich girl living like a pauper?
The truth is that she was the richest little girl in the world.
If only she believed what her Father told her.
"God will meet all your needs. He will meet them in keeping with his wonderful riches. These riches come to you because you belong to Christ Jesus."