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is beautiful, even though i don't believe in God...
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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