(Found on the Gesù Daily FB page)
She 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 anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”
The surgeon asked, “Would te 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 detto goodbye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. Would te 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 università for Study. He detto it might help somebody else. “I detto 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 più giorno with his Mom.”
She went on, “My Jimmy had a cuore 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 sede, sedile 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 letto and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the letto 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, o stop loving you, just ‘cause I’m not around to say ‘I Amore You’. I will always Amore you, Mom, even più with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if te want to adopt a little boy so te won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if te decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do You’ll have to buy her bambole and stuff girls like, te 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 angeli are so cool. I Amore to watch them fly. And, te know what? Gesù doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Gesù 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 te a letter, to tell te goodbye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed. Well, te know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write te this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the Angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God detto for me to give te the answer to one of the domande te asked Him, ‘Where was He when I needed him?’ God detto He was in the same place with me, as when His son Gesù was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, da 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 più names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the tavolo with Gesù for supper. I’m sure the Cibo 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 detto I was a Special Delivery! How about that Mom?
Signed with Amore from God, Gesù & Me. I can’t wait until te get here, too.”
WHERE IS GOD IN THE MIDST OF OUR TRAGEDIES?
READ/LIKE THIS articolo TO FIND THE ANSWER:
link
Beleivers, please SHARE with others. People need the Lord. Life is short and our personal relationship with Christ is all that matters. He has defeated Death.
autore of story unknown.
She 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 anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”
The surgeon asked, “Would te 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 detto goodbye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. Would te 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 università for Study. He detto it might help somebody else. “I detto 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 più giorno with his Mom.”
She went on, “My Jimmy had a cuore 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 sede, sedile 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 letto and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the letto 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, o stop loving you, just ‘cause I’m not around to say ‘I Amore You’. I will always Amore you, Mom, even più with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if te want to adopt a little boy so te won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if te decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do You’ll have to buy her bambole and stuff girls like, te 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 angeli are so cool. I Amore to watch them fly. And, te know what? Gesù doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Gesù 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 te a letter, to tell te goodbye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed. Well, te know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write te this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the Angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God detto for me to give te the answer to one of the domande te asked Him, ‘Where was He when I needed him?’ God detto He was in the same place with me, as when His son Gesù was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, da 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 più names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the tavolo with Gesù for supper. I’m sure the Cibo 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 detto I was a Special Delivery! How about that Mom?
Signed with Amore from God, Gesù & Me. I can’t wait until te get here, too.”
WHERE IS GOD IN THE MIDST OF OUR TRAGEDIES?
READ/LIKE THIS articolo TO FIND THE ANSWER:
link
Beleivers, please SHARE with others. People need the Lord. Life is short and our personal relationship with Christ is all that matters. He has defeated Death.
autore of story unknown.
(AP Photo) CHINA
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~~I think it's wonderful how man helps Almighty God's animals. And I'm sure this puts a smile on God's face.
The "Merriam-Webster Dictionary" defines the word 'Manna' as this:
1: Cibo miraculously supplied to the Israelites in the wilderness.
2: something of value that comes unexpectedly.
My thought to add to this...another creation from Almighty God ♥
I Amore whenever the world acknowledges, in whatever form, Almighty God! The evil devil runs a-muck in this world, but some of God's acknowledges still can shine through!
The same dictionary defines the word 'creator' as follows:
1: one that creates : maker, author.
2: God.
The dictionary honors God as the Creator! My soul is Canto with joy right now ♫ ♥
1: Cibo miraculously supplied to the Israelites in the wilderness.
2: something of value that comes unexpectedly.
My thought to add to this...another creation from Almighty God ♥
I Amore whenever the world acknowledges, in whatever form, Almighty God! The evil devil runs a-muck in this world, but some of God's acknowledges still can shine through!
The same dictionary defines the word 'creator' as follows:
1: one that creates : maker, author.
2: God.
The dictionary honors God as the Creator! My soul is Canto with joy right now ♫ ♥
