Hello Everyone,
Sorry again for not posting lately. I have been trying to get ready for the coming life's changes. Because I can not do much myself I have had help from my neighbors and have been helping them with my thoughts. My body can not do much but my mind is still sharp.
I have also been doing a journal of my life as I think it has been. So far I have titled it. ( Just the Life of One Free American )?
Anyway because I have been so busy I have not posted! No excuses.
I have however checked the PRT and kept my prayers for each of you.
Thanks to all for the concerns and prayers.
No matter what you may look like to yourself or others, God always sees you by your heart.
Love you
Roy
Sorry again for not posting lately. I have been trying to get ready for the coming life's changes. Because I can not do much myself I have had help from my neighbors and have been helping them with my thoughts. My body can not do much but my mind is still sharp.
I have also been doing a journal of my life as I think it has been. So far I have titled it. ( Just the Life of One Free American )?
Anyway because I have been so busy I have not posted! No excuses.
I have however checked the PRT and kept my prayers for each of you.
Thanks to all for the concerns and prayers.
No matter what you may look like to yourself or others, God always sees you by your heart.
Love you
Roy
A Boy Singing to His Little Sister
You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine'
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 my sunshine 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 get out of ICU....... She went home two weeks later.
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.
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.
LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
In God the PRT Trust!
You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine'
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 my sunshine 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 get out of ICU....... She went home two weeks later.
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.
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.
LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
In God the PRT Trust!
Roy - Happy to hear from you. Nice about the journal. We are not expecting you to sign up for a marathon, but like to hear from you, even briefly. Whenever you feel like it, you can give me a call.
Prayers for Dana. Continuing prayer for all those affected by this weather.
Time for some TV and bed.
Goodnight and sweet dreams to us all.
Prayers for Dana. Continuing prayer for all those affected by this weather.
Time for some TV and bed.
Goodnight and sweet dreams to us all.
Roy, thank you for posting. I pray we will be able to buy a copy of your journal if you ever care to share it.God bless you.
Hello everyone, I`am Amazed at the healing I `am having, but
know that our god is mighty and can do all things
I could barely get around and now i mowed the back lawn and
trimmed some branches from trees. helped daughter plant some
flowers.
Much more energy. Thankyou lord thankyou.
After feeling bad for so long , I just can hardly believe it.
Thankyou for prayers.
I will try to post when I can.
God bless this thread and all PRT`ers
know that our god is mighty and can do all things
I could barely get around and now i mowed the back lawn and
trimmed some branches from trees. helped daughter plant some
flowers.
Much more energy. Thankyou lord thankyou.
After feeling bad for so long , I just can hardly believe it.
Thankyou for prayers.
I will try to post when I can.
God bless this thread and all PRT`ers
Good morning everyone!
Roger - It is wonderful that you are doing so well. Please try not to overdo it!:-)
Jan - Hope all is well with you and Hugh.
Today is carpet cleaning day here.
Have a wonderful day.
Hi all you sweet ones,
Roy, good to hear from you.
Roger, I am so glad that you are so much better!!! God is an awesome God.
I hope today finds you all better than yesterday..
Love you all, Donna
Roy, good to hear from you.
Roger, I am so glad that you are so much better!!! God is an awesome God.
I hope today finds you all better than yesterday..
Love you all, Donna
Roy, looking forward to reading your journal!!
Roger, isn't God amazing! Thank you for sharing this wonderful praise report!
These scriptures have been penetrating my heart since yesterday, and I wanted to share them with my precious PRT family...
Jeremiah 32:17, 27
Ah, Lord GOD! Behold, You have made the heavens and the earth by Your great power and outstretched arm. There is nothing too hard for You.
Behold, I am the LORD, the God of all flesh. Is there anything too hard for Me?
Romans 4:17b
in the presence of Him whom he believed—God, who gives life to the dead and calls those things which do not exist as though they did;
Roger, isn't God amazing! Thank you for sharing this wonderful praise report!
These scriptures have been penetrating my heart since yesterday, and I wanted to share them with my precious PRT family...
Jeremiah 32:17, 27
Ah, Lord GOD! Behold, You have made the heavens and the earth by Your great power and outstretched arm. There is nothing too hard for You.
Behold, I am the LORD, the God of all flesh. Is there anything too hard for Me?
Romans 4:17b
in the presence of Him whom he believed—God, who gives life to the dead and calls those things which do not exist as though they did;
So many things happen daily that I can see God in, and I just have to stand in amazement of Him and His mighty hand and the depths of love He has for us! I wish I had the time to put it all down in writing... so many awesome details, but I do want to say this, God does love us, He never takes His eyes off of us, He LOVES continual close communions with us... His dearly beloved children, and He is our mighty God who is on the throne of our every detail of our lives! Thank you Father!!!
