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"I Believe in you!"
A message of Hope...stories from the
road.
By Bob Perks
"Don't doubt whether what I write about is true.
Worry more about why you believe it couldn't happen to
begin with."
Bob Perks ************************************************
Hello, my Friend!
The thought above came to me today. I have been for
the longest time trying to
sell a publisher on the idea of my "I wish you enough"
book. One of the biggest walls
I hit is the editor doubting that my stories are
true. They can't believe that I meet that
many interesting people, find so many incredible things in
my everyday life or think
that I am worthy of sharing my thoughts with
anyone.
"Who are you tell people such things?" one guy
asked.
I always say, "Next!" and move on in search of the one who
believes in me.
So, when that thought came to me today out of the blue, I
felt I found the answer. The publisher
who understands what it means will be the publisher sent
to me by God.
So this will appear just below the tile from now
on...
"Don't doubt whether what I write about is true.
Worry more about why you believe it couldn't happen to
begin with."
Bob Perks
I love it! Thanks God!
Today's story is unbelievable, too.
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Perks Pearl of Wisdom
"Doubt is a fool wasting your time and a word a believer
never uses."
Bob Perks
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Appreciate what I do?
Here's how you can help me:
This link will take you to my web page for more
information,
shopping, and ways you can help.
I humbly thank you in advance...
Love always and all ways,
Bob and Marianne
Perks ********************************************
All stories copyright 2007 Bob Perks
Today's message:
"Even in death there is
perfection"
By Bob Perks
I am shaking my head as I sit down to write this. I
just can't understand why this
happens to me so many times. I am not
complaining. I am in awe of the idea that
God would permit me to be a part of this precious, sacred
moment, time and again.
A bird is dying.
Late yesterday afternoon, as I walked past the feeders I
was startled to find a small sparrow
sitting inside the caged bird feeder. I often times
stand there motionless and watch
the birds come and go.
I talk to them, smile, raise my hand with seed in the palm
of it hoping to gain their trust.
It doesn't happen.
But I do have my moments. Mostly when one is
dying.
This one had all the signs of approaching death. The
feathers were all disheveled and
its tiny feet curled up underneath. We just stared
at each other for a few moments, while
I offered a soothing word or two.
I slowly reached toward the bird and began stroking the
top of its head. The eyes blinked
slowly almost indicating appreciation for the
attention.
I stopped for a moment and noted the rapid breathing and
pauses often times giving the
appearance that it had passed.
Then suddenly it began breathing again.
I reached inside the cage and gently picked up the
bird. This time I stroked its feathers on
the back and stomach.
Suddenly it flew from my hand.
"I thought you were dying!" I said.
It landed in the nearby Lilac bush and I went about my
day.
Marianne is out of town today. She called me just
before she left to tell me about our dog Ricky.
"I was in a hurry to leave and I couldn't get him to
come back in the house. I had to go looking for him.
I found him standing over a small bird. I
thought it was dead, but the poor thing was breathing. I picked
it up and placed it up in the back near the trellis so
that the wandering cats couldn't get to it," she said.
I shared my own experience with her before she hung
up.
When I came home I searched the area where she left
it. I have a special place in the yard where I bury
the birds I have come to know. It was nowhere to be
found.
"I bet that cat got to it. I'll just try to convince
myself that it got better and flew away," I said.
I just came back from grocery shopping and let the dogs
out. Ricky stopped in his tracks just below the
feeders. You got it. The bird was lying there
again.
I picked it up and said, "Well, old friend. I guess
you missed me."
I walked up into the yard and sat in the sunshine holding
the bird. I had no idea what I could do with it.
I know I should just let nature do its thing, place it
back where it was and let life take over. But what if
I was to play a role in this. It's happen so many
times before here, I would be a fool to think otherwise.
Once again it suddenly flew from my hand into the
bushes. This time it crashed to the ground. I couldn't
stand the thought of just leaving it there. You
know, the cat. So I climbed over the fence and tried to get
it.
It took off and I stood there laughing at my
silliness.
No, it's not over yet.
Just a short time ago it returned to the base of the
feeder. Yes, Ricky found it. This time I picked it up
and
placed it in a nearby bird house. I went through all
the trouble to get the screw driver open it up and carefully
place it inside with its head sticking out the
opening.
"What a view!" As sorry I as I felt about this, I
really just figured it would die right there, but in its final
moments
it would have a perfect view of all it once
loved.
I checked periodically and saw the small head still in the
same position, eyes wide open and dreaming of
better days.
You know what I'm going to tell you, don't
you?
Yes, I found the bird back at the base of the
feeder. Still breathing and bright eyed, I picked it up and gave it
the same loving attention I had given before.
This time I took the lid from one of the plastic bottles I
had in the recycling bin. I filled it with water and placed the
bird's head slightly above the water. I dipped the
beak into the shallow cap and watched it take a few small sips.
Patiently, I tried again and again until I felt it was
refreshed.
This time I placed the bird back in the feeder cage where
I originally found it. It stayed there for more than
an hour. I just looked out the window and I am sorry
to say, I can see it on the ground, struggling to fly off with its
friends.
I try desperately to offer stories with happy
endings. I can't always do that. I spoke to God about all of
this. I know
he could easily renew its strength and make it perfect
again. But there is perfection in everything God does.
Even in death.
Yes, I thought about putting it out of its misery. I
thought about placing it in a box to protect it. But maybe, just maybe
the plan was for me to do all I could humanly do and trust
that God will do the rest.
I am reminded of the song...
"Let not your heart be troubled,"
his tender word I hear, and resting on his goodness, I lose my doubts and fears; though by the path he leadeth but one step I may see: His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me." Charles Hutchinson
Gabriel, 1856-1932
Mrs. Civilla D. Martin "I believe in you!"
Bob
I encourage you to share my stories but I do ask
that you keep my name and
contact information with my work.
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"I Wish You enough!"
© 2001 Bob Perks I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye." |
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