Grab a Tissue and read (it's a story)

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by Takesha, Aug 29, 2003.

  1. Takesha

    Takesha New Member

    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 anymore? 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 goodbye 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. Lying 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, y'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 goodbye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. "Well, y'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 gointo 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 towrite 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 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 Special Delivery! How about that?
    Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.
  2. kayebird62

    kayebird62 New Member

    The tears I cried were of Joy. Because living with a disease that causes such pain...I often forget that one day I too will be pain free and I will sit on Gods knee and have supper with Jesus and the one thing I hope most for, is being able to paint the skies and flowers ! Do you think God will let me do that ? I think that he will ! Ever since I was a child, I have loved to paint and create. But finding the energy to do the things I love is hard.
    I am so thankful that one day, we will all be pain free. I am also thankful that you posted this sweet story. It was very up-lifting to me. God bless. ~K~
  3. orionshines94

    orionshines94 New Member

    I saved this one to read to my daughter Kim. Her first baby Hilary died of S. I. D. S. we found her in her bed gone at 21/2 mo.old. I also read this one to my husband. You are a blessing. God bless, Sheila
  4. Sandyz

    Sandyz New Member

    This is such a great story. It is such a comfort to anyone who has lost a loved one especially a child.

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  5. pegasis

    pegasis New Member

    for the wonderful story. It makes it easier to cope with the loss of my son Patrick Jacob Murphy at 4 days old. I like the idea of him sitting on God's lap . I would imagine it would be very comfy there. Love, hugs, and God bless you , Melody (pegasis)
  6. Hikagranma

    Hikagranma New Member

    I thought of all the children in the ward - at Chicago Children's Hospital in June of 1960 - the little ones who did not make it out of there. Martha was - 4yrs. Thank you Lord for allowing me to 'keep' her - and Bless all those Mom's and Dad's who were not able to leave with their little ones. Marian