All Is Not Gold That Glitters

A MUST-READ STORY. She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon came out of the operating room. She said, ‘How is my little boy? Is he going to be alright? 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 goodbye to her 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. Lying 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 goodbye 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 repost this, 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 ‘When you’re down to nothing, God is up to something.’

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this, just changed my attitude. Thank you.

30 Day Disney Princess Challenge <3

DAY 1: Favorite movie
DAY 2: Favorite princess
DAY 3: Favorite prince
DAY 4: Favorite song
DAY 5: Favorite kiss
DAY 6: Prettiest princess
DAY 7: Favorite castle
DAY 8: Saddest moment
DAY 9: Favorite couple
DAY 10: Best hair
DAY 11: Favorite animal sidekick
DAY 12: Favorite non-animal sidekick
DAY 13: Favorite outfit
DAY 14: Favorite villain
DAY 15: Favorite romantic moment
DAY 16: Favorite singing voice
DAY 17: Best eyes
DAY 18: Favorite name
DAY 19: Favorite soundtrack
DAY 20: Funniest moment
DAY 21: Favorite quote
DAY 22: Bravest princess
DAY 23: Favorite dance scene
DAY 24: Favorite parent
DAY 25: Favorite lyrics
DAY 26: Most magical moment
DAY 27: Best wardrobe
DAY 28: Favorite sequel
DAY 29: Favorite overall moment
DAY 30: Favorite happy ending

“God delays your prayers to purify your impatience.” -Deacon Wally

Day 8 - If you could have anyone next to you right now, who would it be and why?

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Good question. I don’t know… probably my best friend . I’m a little down right now :/ nobody can make me feel any better except her. It’s just me being stupid, so I’ll get over it… eventually…

APRIL, WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME ?!

Don’t have phone sex. You might get hearing aids.

(Source: aireel)

I finally got my step sister back, she was outside for about 15 mins. But it was still worth the revengeful feeling <3

Me- “Hey Wynne, can you go get the mail ?”

Wynne- “Uh, sure.”

*Wynne walks out of the door.*

I shut the door and lock it. About later, Wynne is calmly knocking on the door. When she realizes that I’ve locked the door on her, she pounds madly on it, screaming my parents name for about 15 mins. 

That’s when I laugh cynically (: HEH.

It isn’t until my step dad stops watching football and realizes that Wynne is outside.

MUAHAHAHA !