Monday blessings

Its Monday!

I just read a touching story and I got teary eyes reading it. If you are a member of http://www.christianster.com/ you can read it under Sharing, it was posted by abie. For the rest of you guys here it is:

"You Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine"
(Be prepared to get watery eyes!)

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
be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in
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 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. The days inched by. The
little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents 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 kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to
take Michael 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 oversized scrub suit
and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head
nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed,"Get that 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-hearted 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 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 mysunshine 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". Michael's
little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
"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 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.

Did you like it? God bless you this week.