By now, your producers must be befuddled as to why I keep writing each day to ask you to do a show on childhood cancer. Words are just words. Words cannot do anything for children who need our help. Words can’t do anything to bring back children who have died. Words won’t stop children from being diagnosed with cancer.
Words are just words.
If my words could take the form of my feelings, then my words could open the heavens. God’s healing Hands would reach down to instantly heal each of His hurting children. I wish, I wish, that life here worked that way.
Since it doesn’t, I will continue putting together words… I pray for the words that will reach out and touch your heart. I pray for the words coming from the mouths of those tiniest ones who have never known anything but pain. I pray for the words coming from the mouths of the brave, courageous children who suffer silently, with gentle smiles to let others around them know that everything will be okay. I pray for the words from the parents and siblings who have lost the loves of their lives.
I pray for the words that will bring rescue.
Please help bring awareness… this will lead to funding for research… which will lead to a cure.
It’s true that words are just words– what I am really typing are feelings from deep in my heart.
Please toss a life-preserver to childhood cancer,