Sally Asks God

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL (where was God when I needed Him Most?

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.

Let's see Satan stop this one.

Take 60-seconds and send this to five other

people, within the hour, you will have caused a

multitude of believers to pray to God for each

other. Then sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work

in your life for doing what you know God lo