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.?
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