LONG BUT WORTH IT, PLEASE
READ.
This is
beautiful!
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 asked, "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
that?
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. REPOST
THIS