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."