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Stories
The Letter
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 O.K.? When
can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry,
we did all we could." Sally said, "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's transported to the university."
Sally asked that the nurse stay with her while she said
good-bye to her son. Sally ran her fingers through his
thick red curly hair. The nurse said, "Would you
like a lock of his hair?" Sally nodded yes. The
nurse cut a lock of his hair and put 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 to be able to spend one more day with
his mother." Sally said, "My Jimmy had a heart
of Gold, always thinking of someone else and always
wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of the Children's Hospital for the last
time now after spending most of the last 6 months there.
She sat the bag with Jimmy's things in it on the seat
beside of 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 the
model cars and things back in his room exactly where he
always kept 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 folded letter. She opened the letter, it
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 because I'm not
around to say I LOVE YOU. I'll think of you everyday mom,
and I'll love you even more each day. Someday 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 old stuff to play
with. If you decide to get a girl instead, she probably
wouldn't like the same things as us 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 I got
here and showed me around some, but it will take a long
time to see everything here. The angels are so friendly,
and I love to watch them fly. Jesus doesn't look like any
of the pictures I saw of Him, but I knew it was Him as
soon as I saw Him. Jesus 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 GOD that I wanted
to write you a letter and tell you good-bye and
everything, but I knew that wasn't allowed. God handed me
some paper and His own personal pen to write you this
letter. 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 Him
about... "Where was He when I needed him?" God
said, "The same place He was when Jesus was on the
cross. He was right there, as He always is with all 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 - Now 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 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 & Me
_____________________
" MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL
"
You say you will never forget where you were when you
heard the news on September 11, 2001. Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a
man who called his wife to say "Good-Bye." I
held his fingers steady as he dialed.
I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going
to make it, but it is OK...I am ready to go."
I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast
to their children. I held her up as she tried to
understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming
home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman
cried out to Me for help. "I have been knocking on
the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said.
"Of course I will show you the way home - only
believe on Me now."
I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took
him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my
voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with
every prayer.
I was with the crew as they were overta! ken. I was in
the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and
assuring them that their faith has saved them.
I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to
you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every
name though not all know Me. Some met Me for the first
time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke
and flames; "Come to Me... this way... take my
hand." Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not
know why, but I do. However, if you were there in that
explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?
September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for
you.
But someday your journey will end. And I will be there
for you as well.
Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment,
you know you are "ready to go." I will be in
the stairwell of your final moments.
God
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