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."