"Words I could have spoken"
(By Bob Perks - Bob@BobPerks.com)

4-7-04 Church Within SOW Seeds Service - Story #286
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Welcome
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Greetings my Dearest Sisters and Brothers, and welcome again to Church Within's Story of the Week ["SOW Seeds”].

This week we discovered the True Author for another one of our Stories from the Story Of the Week Archives at our Web-Site that was previously listed as Author Unknown. The story is called: “That's What Friends Do” and was SOW176. It was written by: Suzanne Eller – and was written for “Chicken Soup for the Christian Woman's Soul.” Suzanne's Web-Site is at:
http://daretobelieve.org - Real teens sharing real life stories
It's a nice Site and I hope you will visit it! Thank you Suzanne for letting us know!!!

This week's SOW Seeds Story, contributed by: Bob Perks

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Story of the Week
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"Words I could have spoken"
(By Bob Perks - Bob@BobPerks.com)

"I hate card stores," I said.

"Me, too!" she replied. "But, here we are!"

She was right. As much as I hate shopping for cards I always end up looking for one and it takes me much too long.

"People expect them," I said.

"Yes, they do," she said. Then waiting a moment after reading one of the cards she said, "Gee, at least you could send me a card."

I looked at her a bit confused.

"That's what my mother always would say to me. I'd forget a special occasion and the first words out of her mouth were, "You could have sent me a card!" I think down deep inside I learned to hate cards because she always lectured me about them," she said.

"I just can never find the right words. When I needed to pick out a card for my father I'd always find these silly cards with fishing poles or handy man tools on them. He never fished and he wasn't handy. Then there's the "What is a father?" card," I said.

"Or what is a wife, mother, son?..." she joined in.

"Yes! Some of the things applied, but my father was never all those things. That's why I'd stand there so long struggling with finding the simple card. Like "Thanks for all you've done!"

She laughed a little then reached for a few more cards.

"Mostly I hate cards because what I wanted to say I didn't want said in a card. What would have made us all closer in my family is if we actually said those words to each other in person," she said slowly and deliberately.

Then reaching for another card, one of the bigger ones near the top of the rack, she said, "Love." I could have told him I loved him. "Beautiful" I could have told my Mom she was beautiful, but I gave them cards."

We stood there for another moment just thinking to ourselves.

"There's another reason why I don't like card stores," I said.

"You need another reason?" she said smiling.

"I just noticed this the other day. There was a time I needed every section of the store. A card for Mom and one for Dad. Birthday cards for my two little boys. Now they just want money. I'd need one for my grandparent's, aunt's and uncle's birthdays. Then I suddenly found myself in the sympathy cards section because I was losing them one by one. I no longer need cards for my wife from the kids, or graduation cards because everyone has grown.

As I walk through the store I am reminded that so much of my life has passed by already."

"You're right. Here I am looking for a birthday card for my oldest son. Right next to it are cards for my father. He's dead now."

Then waving her hands up and down that section she said, "These are words I could have spoken."

We turned toward each other and in unison said, "I hate card stores!"

We laughed about it all and went about our shopping.

I saw her again in line as I paid $7.95 for "words I could have spoken."

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The Prayer
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Dear God,        
        When I forget, remind me to share my feelings with those whom I love… and by the way, while I'm at it, I Love You Father! Thank You for all that You do for me, whether I notice them or not.

You ALL are Within the Infinitely Loving Embrace of our Universal Parent,

The Creator's Eternal Love to all of You,
Pastor Daniel

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