A Miracle of God’s Love

ike any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her three-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 Mommy’s tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.

Although the pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, serious complications arose during the delivery.

Finally, after a long struggle, Michael’s little sister was born. But she was in a very serious condition and was rushed to the neonatal Intensive Care Unit at Mary’s Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.

As the days inched by, the little girl got worse. The paediatrician had to tell the parents there was very little hope and that they should prepare for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery for 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 a funeral.

Michael, however, kept begging his parents 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 kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are not 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 the Intensive Care Unit. He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse bellowed, “Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed.?The mother in Karen rose up strong, and the usually mild-mannered woman glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse’s face and said: “He is not leaving until he sings to his sister.? 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 three-year-old, Michael sang: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.?/i> Instantly, the baby girl seemed to respond. Her pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.

“Keep on singing, Michael,?encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.

“You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away.?/i>

As Michael sang to his sister, the baby’s uneven, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten’s purr.

“Keep on singing, sweetheart.?br>
“The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms.?br>
Michael’s little sister began to relax as 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?

Never give up on the people you love. Love is an incredibly powerful force.

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