Thursday, March 16, 2006

JOSHUA TIME 368

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, please do> not break this pattern; uplifting stories are one> of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost> but a lot of rewards, let's continue to uplift one another.> *****************************> Stop telling God how big your storm is.> Instead>>>>> Tell your storm how big your God is!>>>>>

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