THIS IS BEAUTIFUL


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.

Oh Anna........

GOD IS THAT WONDERFUL!IF our EYES ARE THE WINDOWS to our SOULS then, our tears, wash the windows of our souls. THANK YOU ANNA!

Pass the kleenex please