THIS IS BEAUTIFUL .....AND YOU WILL CRY...

[Oldman]

THIS   IS BEAUTIFUL .....AND YOU WILL CRY...

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 loves