The Letter

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.

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