Ferret Mommy and all those who loved Elaina,
May God give you the strength to face today and each day as it comes. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
I live approximately 12 miles north of Toledo, and when Elaina went missing I was very drawn to this case. I instantly fell in love with Elaina the first time I saw her picture posted. My youngest granddaughter turned 4 last June, about a week after Elaina went missing, and I thought of K often when I watched what my granddaughter was doing, knowing at that time that K was missing her little sister. I printed out Elaina's poster and we prayed for her for a long time. After it was apparent that Elaina was not coming home, I remembered reading a story a couple years ago that I wanted to share, but I didn't think it was the right time. I don't know if it is the right time now, either, but I would like to share this. It is my belief that through the respect that Elaina's paternal family showed the world, and all the love, strength, and comfort that was shown both in person and through this website and Elaina's FB page, that many hearts were touched. As you know, we don't have the answers to many of our questions while we are here on earth; and I am so sorry all this has happened to precious Elaina, and so sorry that your family is going through this. I don't know what else to say. FM, if you ever want to talk, or need a hug, PM me. I don't live too far away. God bless you.
I apologize in advance, if this offends anyone – I just feel that I need to share this.
Story : I found Jesus there
By Georgy
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The surgeon sat beside the boy’s bed; the boy’s parents sat across from him. “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…”
“But when you open up my heart, you’ll find Jesus in there.” 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. The hymns all say 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’ll 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, 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’ve put him here; You’ve put him in this pain; and You’ve 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’ll be dead in 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.
