Get out your tissues! Christian thread. Stop telling God how big your storm is. > > Instead tell your storm how big your GOD is! > > > > In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared > > down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of > > terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled > > with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of > > determination. Like any parent, she wanted her > > son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now > > that was no longer possible.. > > The leukemia would see to that. But she still > > wanted her son's dreams to come true. She took > > her son's hand and asked, "Billy, did you ever > > think about what you wanted to be once you grew > > up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do > > with your life?" > > Mommy, "I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." > > Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can > > make your wish come true." > > Later that day she went to her local fire > > department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met > > Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. > > She explained her son's final wish and asked if > > it might be possible to give her six-year-old son > > a ride around the block on a fire engine. > > Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than > > that. If you'll have your son ready at seven > > o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an > > honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come > > down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on > > all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! And if > > you'll give us ! his sizes, we'll get a real fire > > uniform for him, with a real fire hat-not a toy > > one-with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire > > Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear > > and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right > > here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast." > > Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, > > dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him > > from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and > > ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the > > truck and help steer it back to the fire station. > > He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in > > Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all > > three calls. He rode in the different fire > > engines, the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car. > > He was also videotaped for the local news > > program. Having his dream come true, with all the > > love and attention that was lavished upon him, so > > deeply touched Billy that he lived three months > > longer than any doctor thought possible. > > One night all of his vital signs began to drop > > dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in > > the hospice concept that no one should die alone, > > began to call the family members to the hospital. > > Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a > > fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked > > if it would be possible to send a fireman in > > uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he > > made his transition. > > The chief replied, "We can do better than that. > > We'll be there in five minutes. > > Will you please do me a favor? > > When you hear the sirens screaming and see the > > lights flashing, will you announce over the PA > > system that there is not a fire? It's just the > > fire department coming to see one of its finest > > members one more time. > > And will you open the window to his room? > > About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck > > arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder > > up to Billy's third floor open window > > 16 firefighters climbed up the ladder into > > Billy's room. > > With his mother's permission, they > > hugged him and held him and told him how much > > they loved him. > > With his dying breath, Billy > > looked up at the fire chief and said, > > "Chief, am I really a fireman now?" > > "Billy, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your > hand," > > the chief said. > > With those words, Billy smiled and said, > > "I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the angels have > been singing.." > > He closed his eyes one last time. > > > My instructions were to send this to at least > > four people that I wanted God to bless and I > > picked you. Please pass this to at least four > > people you want to be blessed. > > This story is > > powerful and there is nothing attached > > > ***************************** > > Stop telling God how big your storm is. > > Instead tell your storm how big your GOD is !!! |
Very sweet...brought tears to my eyes |
That is one of the best I have ever heard!!!!!!!! Loved it!!!!!!!! Very moving, think I will share with some people also. |
thank you, that was very sweet. i'll pass it on too. :) |
Thank you I needed that, great Story. |
AWW what a great but sad story. Thanks for sharing. |
Thank-you for sharing... |
Oh what a sweet story...I just got back in and I can't tell you how much I needed that....exactly now!! Thanks E :) |
Eensor- Have you ever heard the song "The Storm" by the christian group Casting Crowns? You would really like it. They wrote it about a similar story. |
Wow that is an awesome story!! I will defintely be passing that on to others!! |
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Thier whole cd is awesome(both of them)! They performed at my church a few months ago. Great group! |
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