A boy singing to his little sister.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."

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 his mommy's tummy.

He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.

The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. 

In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor.

Would a C-section be required?

Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born but she was in a 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, Knoxville, Tennessee.

Days inched by, the little baby girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents that 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 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 children were never allowed in the intensive care unit. Karen decided to bring Michael in 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 over-sized scrub suit and marched him into the ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket.

The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get the 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 sings 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-heart 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, the baby's ragged, strained 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."

"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 get out of ICU. She went home two weeks later.

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 SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.

Life is good. 

In God we trust.

'The evidence of God far outweighs the proof of His absence.'

P/S: I had just received this email from a friend of mine and thought I must share it. This is just one of the many miracles that God had made happen. :) Life is good with God.

Disclaimer: The picture posted is not a picture from the real source, it was taken from Google. The content was not created by myself. The only reason I posted it up here is to share with everyone else. :)

Have a nice day!

Nothing speaks more clearly of God's love than the cross.