Jesus Loves Me!!! And I Love Jesus!!!! Part 2

I was listening to a sermon about the 144,000 who are sealed with the seal of The Living God during the tribulation...
I think that God is going to get me and some people through the tribulation but this disturbed me because it said the 144,000 were Jewish...
I researched it a little seeing if maybe it could just mean God's people in general, but came to no clear conclusion...
At the same time I was upset because I didn't know if a Girl I really like was receiving my messages...
I told myself to Trust God and ended up reading a post on facebook someone put up...
I am not making this up here is the facebook post...
"My morning shuffle takes about an hour, and as soon as I pulled into the parking lot of my school this morning, my cell phone rang. It was my son's teacher. N...ot even an hour after I dropped him off for the day and headed to my job as a high school English teacher, he felt sick and wanted to come home. He specifically asked for me to come and get him.

I made arrangements at school and turned around to pick him up. He had to wait for me because my school is 30 minutes from his, and when I did finally get there, he seemed like he just wanted to come home. He had a belly ache and whispered to me, "I missed you." And he grabbed my hand.
We got home and I poured him a 7-up and got him a snack and as it seemed, he wasn't all that sick after all. I tried not to be annoyed and it was then, as I fought back my feelings of frustration, that I noticed his hands. As he sat, eating the bagel and muffin he asked for, I watched his hands. For some reason, I couldn't stop staring at his hands.
He face is thinning out and his neck is elongating. When he crawls into my lap, I can feel ribs where I once only felt the cushion of a baby, toddler, boy. His legs and arms are starting to form muscles, and he started to lose teeth this past fall. All of his pants are suddenly too short, and his hair, once blonde, is growing darker by the day. All of those facts are reminders that he's growing up and will be seven this summer. And while his hands have changed and thinned out, too, they still look like the hands of a little boy--my little boy.
And as I sat, watching him eat his bagel and wondering if he had just been hungry after all, his hands reminded me that he still needs his mama. And for whatever reason, he needed to hold my hand today when he really should have been at school. And for most of the day, we sat like that--his hand in mine. I think it was just what the doctor ordered.
Later, he wrote me a poem to thank me for coming to get him because he knows words are the greatest gift for me. As he gave me the poem, he told me his belly felt so much better when he saw me. This boy who holds my heart in the palm of his hand wrote:
"You say you love me.
I love you more.
I love you 100+44.
You are my best friend. "
And you know what? Today, he just needed me, I guess. And while I know this can't continue (and we had that talk), I'm glad he knows I will come to him in his time of need. I will hold his hand. And while my job isn't to be his best friend, it's my greatest honor that he thinks I am, in the here and now. It's days like today that I will treasure when these hands turn into the hands of a man.
Thanks for Mothering the Divide with me, and tonight, I hope you take some extra time to hold hands with someone you love for just a bit longer.
©Kara Lawler
www.motheringthedivide.com
http://motheringthedivide.com/blog/the-timeline-of-hands/

This made me cry when I read 100 + 44
The whole thing was good and shows Jesus's Love for us and me, when I saw the number, I started to cry and looked over at my hat on the counter that says JESUS on it!
Jesus Loves Me!  And I Love Jesus!!!!!!!!!!!!!