Special Dilvery From Heaven...

edited December 1969 in Faith Issues
> 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.


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