This is beautiful!
Try not to cry...
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the
surgeon come out of the operating room.
She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all
right? When can I see him?
" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we
could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't
God care any more?
Where were you, God, when my son needed you?" The surgeon
"Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the
nurses will be out in a few minutes,
before he's transported to the university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to
son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly
hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse
asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's
hair, put it in a plastic bag and
handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's
idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it
might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy
said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it
will help some other little boy spend one more day with his
Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold.
Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if
he could." Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital
for the last time, after spending most of the last six months
there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat
beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even
harder to enter the empty house. She
carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock
of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model
cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he
had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging
his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the
bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't
think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just
'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always
love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each
other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you
won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my
room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl
instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys
do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you
know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat
place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and
showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see
everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly.
And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his
pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself
took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on
God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important.
That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter,
to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that
wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some
paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think
Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter
off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the
questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?'
"God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son
Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with
all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written
except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper.
Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He
needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I
get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the
food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The
cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand
that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so
much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come
get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
(Let's see Satan stop this one.) Take 60-seconds and repost
this, within the hour, you will have caused a multitude of
believers to pray to God for each other. Then sit back and feel
the Holy Spirit work in your life for doing what you know God
loves When you're down to nothing, God is up to something.