"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began,” I’ll open up your Heart..." "You'll find Jesus there," The boy interrupted. The surgeon looked up, annoyed. "I’ll cut your heart open," he continued, to see how much damage has been done..."
The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. "When I see how much damage has been done, I’ll sew your heart and chest back up, and I’ll plan what to do next."
"But, you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. You’ll find Him in my heart.”
The surgeon had had enough. "I’ll tell you what I’ll find in your Heart. I will find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I’ll find out if I can make you well."
"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there." The surgeon left.
The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes from the surgery,"...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, and widespread muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, no hope
for cure. Therapy: Painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis: Here he paused, "death within one year.”
He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud. "Why did you do this? You put him here; you put him in this pain; and you cursed him to an early death. Why?" The Lord answered and said, "The boy, my lamb, was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of my flock, and will forever be. Here, in my flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents will one day join him here, and they
will know peace, and my flock will continue to grow. "
The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter.”You created that boy, and you created that heart. He will be dead in a few months. Why?" The Lord answered, "The boy, my lamb, shall return to my flock, for he has done his duty: I did not put my lamb with your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another lost lamb." The surgeon wept... The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and whispered; "Did you cut open my heart?”
“Yes," said the surgeon. “What did you find?" asked the boy. "I found Jesus there," said the surgeon.
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The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. "When I see how much damage has been done, I’ll sew your heart and chest back up, and I’ll plan what to do next."
"But, you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. You’ll find Him in my heart.”
The surgeon had had enough. "I’ll tell you what I’ll find in your Heart. I will find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I’ll find out if I can make you well."
"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there." The surgeon left.
The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes from the surgery,"...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, and widespread muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, no hope
for cure. Therapy: Painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis: Here he paused, "death within one year.”
He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud. "Why did you do this? You put him here; you put him in this pain; and you cursed him to an early death. Why?" The Lord answered and said, "The boy, my lamb, was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of my flock, and will forever be. Here, in my flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents will one day join him here, and they
will know peace, and my flock will continue to grow. "
The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter.”You created that boy, and you created that heart. He will be dead in a few months. Why?" The Lord answered, "The boy, my lamb, shall return to my flock, for he has done his duty: I did not put my lamb with your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another lost lamb." The surgeon wept... The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and whispered; "Did you cut open my heart?”
“Yes," said the surgeon. “What did you find?" asked the boy. "I found Jesus there," said the surgeon.
Author—Unknown
I love this story, whether its true or not doesnt matter. What does matter is we never know what God is doing or how He is working, only that He is in control of all things. We may not have all the answers, (actually not many), but we gotta trust in the One who does. He made everything, is in everything, and has all knowledge, so why is it that we have a hard time giving Him control of it all. He know our future, He has our best interests at heart and will not steer us wrong. Yet we trust in all these temporary things around us that will only perish in the end. Give God a chance, He is the one sure thing you can count on and you wont be sorry. The bonus plan is outta this world!!! Stay Blessed, PJ
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