Truth Provided Newsletter 2-28-1999

A BROTHERS SONG: (True Story!)

A friend of mine just shared this miracle with me this morning. Check it

>> 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 is going to be a girl, and day after day,
>>   night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy.
>>   The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active
>>   member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in
>>   Morristown, Tennessee. Then the labor pains come. Every
>>   five minutes ... every minute. But complications arise during
>>   delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?
>>   Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious
>>   condition.  With sirens howling in the night, the ambulance
>>   rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St.
>>   Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.
>>   The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric
>>   specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be
>>   prepared for the worst."
>>   Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a
>>   burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home
>>   for the new baby - now they plan a funeral.   Michael, keeps
>>   begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing
>>   to her," he says.
>>   Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come
>>   before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about
>>   singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive
>>   Care. But Karen makes up her mind.  She will take Michael
>>   whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now,
>>   he may never see her alive.  She dresses him in an oversized
>>   scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking
>>  laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and
>> bellows,
>>  "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed.
>>   The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually
>>   mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's
>>   face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to
>>   his sister!"   Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He
>>   gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he
>>   begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old,
>>   Michael sings:  "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
>>   you make me happy when skies are gray --- "
>>   Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes
>>   calm and steady.  Keep on singing, Michael.  "You never
>>   know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my
>>   sunshine away---"
>>   The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a
>>   kitten's purr.   Keep on singing, Michael.
>>   "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you
>>   in my arms..."   Michael's little sister relaxes as rest,
>>  healing   rest, seems to sweep over her.   Keep on singing, Michael.
>>   Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen
>>   glows.   "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please
>>   don't, take my sunshine away."
>>   Funeral plans are scrapped. The next, day-the very next
>>   day-the little girl is 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!
>>   Send this to all the people that have touched your life.


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