Read the WHOLE thing. It's beautiful. definetly
worth reading.
It's amazing and now you should think about things like
this.
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, it's not just an ordinary chain letter.
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