This story that I read from internet really touched me. Hope others will be touched too!

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A Brother’s Love

 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 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, “Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed in ICU.”

 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. 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. God heard the little boys song and his plead.

Three weeks later they heard these words “The baby 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.

 For with God nothing shall be impossible – Luke 1:37

— Author Unknown — sent to Joy by : Jacquelinemae A. Rudd

Shared By : Joy Lyons

My thought!

This little boy’s love for his sister won’t just give up. He kept tugging his mom so that he can sing for his little sister. Maybe he thought that when he sang for her when she was in mothers tummy, she was alive and to keep the baby alive, he must continue singing for her. And God answered his prayer. So we too must not give up in praying to God, coz God always answer prayers in His perfect time.

God too keeps knocking at our hearts door,

 coz His voice makes as alive. Apart from Him and his words we are lost and will wither. But sometimes we are so stubborn and won’t hear from Him.

A repost from my other blog: Joysnotepad.blogspot.com

I wonder if I can still find someone who is not busy with everything that’s need to be done in their lives!