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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