This touching story was sent to me by a good friend.
Whether you are a believer or not, this will touch
your heart.
It is a little long, but well worth reading......
*Ziplo*

Jimmy

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the 
surgeon come out of the operating room.

She asked, "How is my little boy? 
Is he going to be OK? When can I see him?"

The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. 
We did all we could."

Grief stricken, Sally asked, 
"Why do little children get cancer? 
Doesn't God care any more? 
God, where were you when my son needed you?"
The Surgeon said, "One of the nurses will 
be out in a few minutes to let you spend 
time with your son's remains before it is 
transported to the University."

Sally asked that the nurse stay with her 
while she said goodbye to her son.
She ran her fingers through the thick, 
red, curly hair. The nurse asked, 
"Would you like to keep a lock of his hair," 
to which Sally replied, "Yes please." 
The nurse gently cut the lock of hair, 
placed it in a plastic bag, and handed it to Sally.

Sally said, "It was Jimmy's idea to give his 
body to the university for study. He said it 
might help somebody else and that is what he wanted. 
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 mother." My Jimmy had a heart of 
gold, always thinking about someone else and wanting 
to help others if he could."

Sally walked out of the Children's Hospital for the last time, 
after spending most of the last 6 months there. She set the 
bag with Jimmy's things on the seat beside her in the car. 
The drive home was hard and it was even harder to go into 
an empty house. 
She took the bag to Jimmy's room and started placing his 
model cars and things back where he always kept them when 
he wasn't playing with them. She laid down across his bed 
and cried herself to sleep holding his pillow.

Sally woke up about midnight and laying beside of her on 
the bed was a letter, folded neatly, She opened it and read:

"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 because 
I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I'll think of you every day, 
mom, and I'll love you even more each day. Some day we will 
see each other again. If you want to adopt a little boy so you 
won't be so lonely, he can have my room and my stuff to play 
with. If you decide to get a girl instead, she probably won't like 
the same things as boys do, so you will have to buy her dolls 
and stuff girls like.

Don't be sad when you think about me. 
This is really a great place. 
Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as soon as I got here 
and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to 
see everything here. The angels are so friendly. I love to watch 
them fly. Jesus doesn't look like any of the pictures I have seen 
of him down there.. He 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.

I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter and tell you good-bye 
and everything, but knew that wasn't allowed. God handed me some 
paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter with. 
I think Gabriel is the name of the angel that 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 about where was He when I needed Him. 
God said- the same place He was when Jesus was on the cross, 
which was right there as He always is with His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, nobody else can see what is written on this 
paper but you. To everyone else it looks like a blank piece of 
paper. I have to give God His pen back now. He has some more 
names to write 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. I almost forgot to let you know 
that now I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is gone. I'm glad 
because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand 
to see me suffer the pain either, so He sent the Angel of Mercy to 
get me. The Angel said I was Special Delivery!

Signed with love from God, Jesus and Me."

written by JLH, July 25, 2000

Gone, but never forgotten...

I am not sure who the author of this story is, so if
anyone can tell me I would appreciate knowing.
They deserve all of the credit for it.....
*Ziplo*




How Great Thou Art

O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed,

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze;

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

And when I think that God, His Son not sparing
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin;

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art! 

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!


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