Keep on Singing of GOD’S LOVE….

1 John 4:16 “And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love,

and he who abides in love abides in God and God in him.”

Don’t Give up on those 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 find 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 C-section be required?

Finally, Michael’s little sister is born. But she is in serious
condition. With siren 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, “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!


John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten
Son, that whosoever believes in Him, should not perish, but have live