Disclaimer: This short story may change how you view teaching purity to your young daughters.
Have You Ever Wondered...
How the imagination works?
Simply put ,it is a muscle. One that must be flexed often in order to be strengthened.
When Kay McWhorter was working at a christian jewelry store more than a decade ago she had a chance meeting that affected her mind and soul.
One day a young girl came in asking if they made purity charm bracelets. Like the one in Sarah Kistler’s short fiction story “The Charm Bracelet.”
Kay had never heard of the story, so she had the girl describe it to her. She told her that at that time they didn’t have anything that met that description but that she could create a custom piece for the girl.
Kay did some research and read the story.
She then worked with the girl to create a beautiful bracelet that could be treasured for many years to come.
Inspiration quickly took over and the Purity Charm Bracelets line was created.
A Tribute To The Author
Sarah Kistler’s short story has been reprinted on many blogs over the years.
While I don’t know what her inspiration was when she wrote the story, it’s affect has been wide felt in the christian community.
Teaching the virtues of chastity or purity to young girls helps them to take control of their heart and hormones, rather than being at the mercy of them.
They gain an inner strength born of self-respect, self-confidence, and a knowledge that they are precious daughters of God, and that their worth is in fact priceless.
Without Further Ado…
The Charm Bracelet by Sara Kistler
A Fictional Short Story.
(Editor Note: I have made some emphatic changes and spacing changes for readability)
Sweet 16 had finally come! I never thought I‘d make it.
But I did. And it was amazing.
My parents threw the birthday party of the century, and I had more people than I could count.
The whole day had been awesome. But as I watched the sun begin to set, I knew the best part was soon to come.
It was late in the evening. Confetti had been swept up, helium balloons had started to sag and gift wrap had been folded neatly and tucked away for my mom’s later use.
As I sat at my window studying the dusky sky, Dad peeked into my room with a smile.
“Ready to go, Sweetie?” he asked.
Was that a trick question? I wondered as I scrambled to my feet. I’d been waiting for this night for five long years, and it was finally here!
I was now officially allowed to date!
The plan was for my parents and me to go to my favorite restaurant on the night of my 16th birthday and officiate the agreement, go over standards and discuss rules and such.
And now we were finally on our way.
I sat across from my parents in a quiet corner booth. Having just placed our orders, I figured it was time to get on with it.
“So. I can go out with any guy I want to, right?” I squealed, hardly able to contain my excitement.
Mom and Dad chuckled.
Dad answered, “Well, we agreed to that, didn’t we?”
“Sweet!” I exclaimed, doing a little victory dance in my seat.
My parents had held me off for years, but now that the time had come, they would let me date any guy I wanted!
Of course they knew I had a good relationship with God and wasn’t too short on common sense, either.
“Now wait just a second,” Mom interrupted with a smile. “You have to agree to a little something yourself.”
I was expecting a lecture of some sort, so I was already prepared.
“So what do I have to do now?” I asked, leaning forward on my elbows.
“Just open this,” Dad answered, producing a small white box. He gave a mysterious smile.
One Little Rule
I hesitated a moment before untying the curly pink ribbon.
I slowly opened the lid and saw a beautiful silver bracelet.
But not just any bracelet. It was a charm bracelet.
And they weren’t just any charms.
They were gemstones, small but gorgeous. A dozen dainty charms dangled gently.
“Wow.” I didn’t know what else to say. I wasn’t expecting this at all.
“Now you have to understand this isn’t just any bracelet,” Mom informed me.
“I know,” I said. “It’s so beautiful!”
I studied it closer. There were six small charms alternating with six tinier ones.
The smaller ones were a deep blue. Sapphires, I guessed. And the other six were each different.
One appeared to be just a rock, one was pink, a white one, a red one, green . . . and was that a diamond?
“This charm bracelet is symbolic,” Dad explained, leaning in closer to study it with me. “It represents you and your purity. This is what will guide you through your dating relationships. Your mother and I can only tell you what’s right. We can’t make you believe it yourself. Hopefully, this will.”
I looked up solemnly. “I’m listening.”
“This represents the first time you hold a guy’s hand,” Mom said, pointing to the gray one. “It’s just a piece of polished granite. Seemingly cheap, yes, but it’s still a part of your bracelet. This is pink quartz.” She gently rubbed the next one between her fingers. “It represents your first kiss.”
“This green one is an emerald,” Dad continued. “This is your first boyfriend. The pearl is the first time you say ‘I love you’ to a man other than me.”
I giggled. This was so amazing.
“The ruby stands for your first engagement. And the diamond represents the first time you say ‘I do,’ ” Mom finished.
After letting it all sink in, I cleared my emotion-clogged throat.
“What do the six tiny sapphires stand for?” I asked.
“Those are to remind you how beautiful and valuable you are to us and to God,” Dad replied. “Now here’s the hitch in all this, the one and only rule you’ll ever have to follow when it comes to dating.”
Only one rule. Sounded good. But little did I know . . .
“Whenever you give one these actions of love-a kiss, an ‘I love you,’ a hand to hold-you also have to give the recipient the gem to match.”
I must’ve misunderstood. “I have to give him the gem?”
“You have to give it to him,” Mom restated.
I was silent for a moment. I thought they must be joking. But they weren’t even thinking of cracking a smile.
“But Daddy!” I suddenly shrieked. “These are insanely expensive! I can’t just give them away!”
He gave a soft, loving chuckle. “Did you hear what you just said?”
I thought about it.
“Baby, your purity, your heart, they’re far more valuable than a few little rocks. If you can’t find it in your heart to give away your little charms, I don’t think you should be giving away the things they represent.”
I could feel my insides melting, ready to gush out my tear ducts.
On the one hand, it made me feel valuable and precious.
But on the other, it made me furious. It made no sense. But it would.
A few weeks after that night, I was hanging out with my friends at the beach.
Chad wouldn’t swim because I wouldn’t swim. I was more interested in reading than getting caked with sand, and he was more interested in sitting with me than swimming with his buddies.
He was sweet. He was cute. And he tried to hold my hand.
I was thrilled for a nanosecond when a certain piece of ugly granite flashed through my mind and made me move out of his reach.
I was severely annoyed-annoyed at my parents, annoyed at my bracelet-turned-handcuffs, but most of all, annoyed at myself. I was letting a little rock dominate my romantic life.
I furiously glared at it during the whole embarrassing walk to the bathhouse.
But then God hit me upside the head with a shocking epiphany.
I couldn’t give up my little chunk of granite.
It was a part of my bracelet, which in a sense made it a part of me. I wouldn’t be whole without it.
It wasn’t a priceless gem, yet it was still valuable. It made sense after that.
Kevin came along eventually. We had fun. We hung out a lot. I thought I might love him. I thought I might tell him so.
I thought of my pearl. It turned out that I didn’t love him as much as I thought I did.
So my parents had been right. They couldn’t make me believe the things they wanted me to believe.
So they let God and my bracelet do the work instead. Among the four of them, I figured out how valuable I was.
How valuable my purity was. How not valuable guys were who just wasted my time and emotions.
If they weren’t in it for the whole bracelet, why should they get one part of it?
Nate. He thought my bracelet was awesome.
So he never tried to hold my hand. He never tried to kiss me. But he asked me to marry him.
I never knew that so many years of torture could amount to so much happiness.
I’d thought it was silly. I’d thought it was overrated. But now, I‘ve never been more glad of anything in my life.
As I gave my husband the charm bracelet in its entirety, I wondered why I had found it so hard to hang on to those little rocks when it was so amazing to give them all to the man I truly loved.
But it didn’t end there.
Now our daughter wears it.
I hope you enjoyed this reprinting of what has surely become a classic.
I invite you all to check out our line of beautifully inspired Purity Charm Bracelets, as well as our equally inspired, replacement charms.
We all know that sometimes we can get swept up in the emotions. Maybe we gave a charm a way thinking he was “the one” only to later find out that Mr. Right was just Mr. Player.
Or maybe you took one off to clean it, polish it, and misplaced your precious charms.
This is why God gave us the Atonement.
So that we could turn back to him and let him make us whole.
And just like we need to be made whole through Jesus Christ’s sacrifice, our purity charm bracelet can also be made whole.
A lesson learned need not be a regret forever. Forgiveness is the most precious lesson we can learn.
Forgiveness of others, but most importantly, forgiveness of ourselves.