~~~The Miracle~~~

     Good morning and happy Wednesday, I pray your day is off to a great start and that nothing is being allowed to drag you down! It is 14 degrees this morning with a wind chill of 9 degrees! There is frost all over the glass and with the rising sun it looks like there are diamonds all over the ground! Oh what a blessing it is to wake each morning and see God's beauty!  

In prayer this morning I gave thanks to God for providing me with a home to give me shelter, for food to nourish, for my family and my friends. I asked him to bless each of you with his love and his grace, that he would calm any storms in your life today, that he be the lighthouse for those who seem to be in the darkness and for his arms to be a safe haven for those in need of love and peace. There are so many in need of special prayer today, Father please take care of those who are care giving, give them strength to continue giving love and compassion, keep them in your arms and filled with the knowledge that you are much pleased with what they are doing. Bless those who are having surgeries today, that the surgeons hands will be guided by your very own and that no complications shall arise, I ask you to cover us with your robes and keep us warm in the cold, safe from harm and comforted from chaos. In the name of Jesus Christ our redeemer we ask these favors. Amen.

Today's story is very touching, it is amazing to me at the miracles that God lays for us to witness. Prayers are being answered all around us, we must continue to pray! Love to each of you! 

~~The Miracle of A Brother's Song~~

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 to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then the labor pains came. Every five minutes ... every minute. But complications arose during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?

Finally, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in serious condition. With sirens 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 became worse. The pediatric specialist told the parents to prepared for the worst.

Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They originally fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby - now they planned a funeral.

Michael kept begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he said. Week two in intensive care. It looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are not allowed in Intensive Care. Karen made up her mind. She decided to take Michael whether they like it or not. If he didn't see his sister now, 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, but the head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed. The mother in Karen rose up strong, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"

Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And 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 responded. The pulse rate became calm and steady. "Keep on singing, Michael." "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away---" Her strained breathing became smoother.

"Keep on singing, Michael." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister relaxed as healing rest seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. "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.