When you're down to nothing, God is up to something

When you're down to nothing, God is up to something."




This is beautiful! Try not to cry.



She 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.