A TRUE STORY

A little boy singing to his little sister . . . ‘You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine.'

When Karen found out that another baby was on the way, like any good mother, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new little brother or sister.

 

They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his new little sister in mommy's tummy . . . 'You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine.'

 

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, Karen’s labor began. Labor progressed normally at first. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in prolonged distress. Would a C-section be required?

Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.

With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the tiny infant to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at St. Mary's Hospital in Knoxville, TN.

The days crept by. The little girl got worse.

The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope and  to be prepared for the worst.
Karen and her husband contacted a local funeral service.

They had prepared a special room in their home for their new baby but now they found themselves planning for a funeral.

 

Michael, meanwhile, kept begging his parents to see his sister. 'I want to sing to her', he kept saying.
A second long week in intensive care looked as though a funeral would likely come before the week was over.

Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids just aren’t allowed in Intensive Care.

Finally, Karen decided to take Michael anyway. If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive.

At the hospital, she dressed him in oversized scrubs and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket.
When the head nurse saw him she bellowed, 'Get that kid out of here now! No children allowed!'

The mother’s will in Karen rose up strong and this usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed into the  nurse's face, her lips a firm line, 'He is not leaving until he sings to his sister' she stated and unhesitating towed Michael to his sister's bedside.

Michael gazed at the tiny infant losing her battle to live.
After a moment, Michael began to sing in the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, 

'You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine, You make me happy when skies are gray.'

 

Instantly, the baby girl began to respond. Her pulse rate began to calm down and become 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, his sister's ragged, strained breathing became smooth as a kitten's purr.
'Keep on singing, sweetheart.' said mother.
'The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms'

 

Michael's little sister began to relax and rest. Healing rest, sweeping over her tiny struggling body.
'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 come out of ICU.

She went home just 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.

In God We Trust!

The evidence of God's grace far outweighs our doubt of Him.