Love is so Incredibly Powerful
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in mummy’s tommy. He was building a bound of love with his little sister before he even meet her.
The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the panther Greek United Methodist Church of Morristown, Tennessee in time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complication arose during delivery and Keran found herself in hours of labor.
Would a C-section be prepared? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.
With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary’s Hospital, knoxvilla, Tennessee. The day inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however kept begging his parent to let him see his sister. I want to sing to her, he kept saying.
Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over.
Michael keep nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in intensive care. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.
If he didn’t see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundering basket.
The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, ‘Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed. ‘the mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse’s face, her lips a firm line. ‘He is not leaving until he sing to his sister’ she stated.
Then Karen towed Michael to his sister’s bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang.
‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine; you make me happy when skies are gray. ‘Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and became steady. ‘Keep on singing Michael,’ encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes. ‘you never know, dear, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away.’ As Michael sang to his sister, strain breathing became as smooth as a kitten’s purr ‘Keep on singing sweetheart.’
‘The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms’ Michael little sister began to relax and rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
‘Keep on singing Michael.’
Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.
‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don’t take my sunshine away.’
The next day….the very next day, the little girl was well enough to go home.
Woman’s day magazine called it the Miracle of a Brother’s song
The medical staff just called it a miracle.
Karen called it a miracle of God’s love.
‘The evidence of God’s presence far outweighs the proof of His absence.’
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