tHIS email is SO TOUCHING!!SO TOUCHING!!

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

Shejumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operatingroom.
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 ?'
Thesurgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son ?
One ofthe nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to theuniversity.'
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while shesaid good bye to son.
She ran her fingers lovingly through hi s thickred 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.
Themother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the Universityfor 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.
Alwayswanting to help others if he could.'
Sally walked out ofChildren's Mercy Hospital for the last time,
after spending m ost ofthe last six months there.
She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings onthe seat beside her in the car.
Thedrive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house.
She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock ofhis hair to her son's room. She started placing the model carsand other personal things back in his room exactly where he had alwayskept them.
She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow,
criedherself to sleep. It was around midnight wh en Sally awoke.
Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter.

The letter said :'DearMom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will everforget 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 willsee each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy soyou won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room andold stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, sheprobably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buyher dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking aboutme. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon asI got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time tosee 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 Isaw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD ! Andguess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like Iwas somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to writeyou a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knewthat wasn't al lowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me somepaper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I thinkGabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter offto you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questionsyou asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' 'God said He was inthe same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He wasright 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 elsethis is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool ? I have to giveGod His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Bookof Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'msure 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 Icouldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurtso 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.

oh wells. what's done, done.
HMPH...
will blog proper tomorrow.