This is beautiful!
Try not to cry...
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.
*compassionate soul*
*Yours Truly*
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