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.?
im a christian. how about you? :)