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 e xactly 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 send this to five other people, 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
F*R*O*G* ( Fully Rely On God)
Gods Math: 1 Cross + 3 nails = 4 given
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 e xactly 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 send this to five other people, 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
F*R*O*G* ( Fully Rely On God)
Gods Math: 1 Cross + 3 nails = 4 given
