There was a lady named Ms. Johnson who was up in years and very wealthy. She was a very haughty and arrogant woman who was as prideful as they come. She had hired a young girl named Lucy to come and work for her around the house. Lucy came from a very poor family and didn't have much but she worked so hard for Ms. Johnson. Ms. Johnson treated Lucy like something you would scrape off of the bottom of your shoes, never offering a kind word to the girl. But Lucy prayed to God every night for Ms. Johnson's health and to soften her heart and give Lucy the strength to carry on. Well on day Lucy died. Ms. Johnson didn't think much more about her after that.

That was until she died and went to heaven. When she arrived she couldn't wait to see her mansion. She told St. Peter to take her straight to it because she had lived so nicely on earth that she couldn't imagine how grand this mansion would be. So they start walking on the main street of heaven and Ms. Johnson is amazed at all of the beautiful mansions she sees. The further they walked, the prettier and more elaborate they were. This excited Ms. Johnson. She saw off in the distance the grandest of them all and asked who it belonged to. St. Peter told her that belonged to Lucy. Now this really got Ms. Johnson going because she thought of how poor Lucy was on earth and she still got that mansion...well hers would have to be so much better!

Suddenly, St. Peter took a turn and they began walking on a dirt road and on each side of the road was little shacks. They got worse and worse as they went on. Finally, St. Peter turned to Ms. Johnson and said "Home sweet home." Ms. Johnson looked and saw the shabbiest little shack she had ever seen in her life! She was outraged and said "how in the world did I get stuck with such a little shack like this and that peasant girl Lucy got that beautiful mansion?"

St. Peter replied "Through her prayers, Lucy has been sending building materials up for years and years."