Within hours after birth, the doctor gave us the shocking news.. Mikey had a critical heart defect. Then.. they just took him away from us, to a large hospital in Tulsa,OK. It nearly leveled us. I can still feel the pain. Mikey survived 3 operations, 3 times on life support and long hospital stays, to return to us.

    In '97 his vocal chord was paralyzed. The specialists said it was due to his heart condition, and we would likely never hear Mikey's voice again. But God had other plans for our Mikey. He's 4 years old now. He sings like a little ol' bird, everywhere we go.. and we don't stop him. He knows all the Sunday School songs, and when he wants to sing, we just let him "Go for it!" Mikey is now awaiting major open-heart surgeries.. but God's next miracle for Michael is pending.

    Now, here's the story of another little boy who just happens to be named Michael, and like our Michael, he just happens to loves to sing.

    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 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 in 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 the intensive care unit. 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. 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.