Sadie Robertson has now gone to the hospital to bless and pray over Miss Kay, as her grandmother’s health has entered a very delicate and concerning moment.

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Sadie Robertson arrived at the hospital earlier today with tears in her eyes and her Bible in hand, asking fans everywhere to join the family in prayer. According to her emotional message, Miss Kay has been experiencing a sudden and serious decline in strength, leaving the Robertson family deeply worried and gathered closely around her.

Sadie explained that Miss Kay is resting, alert at times, but extremely weak, and doctors have advised the family to stay near her, keep the environment quiet, and allow her to regain stability through rest and careful monitoring.

In a trembling voice, Sadie shared:

“Mimi needs prayer.
She’s tired in a way I’ve never seen before.
We’re trusting God with every breath.”

Sources close to the family say Miss Kay has been battling severe exhaustion, stress-related symptoms, and a rapid drop in energy over the past several days. While the situation is serious, the family has made it clear that Miss Kay is not alone — she

Sadie stood at her grandmother’s bedside, laid her hand gently on Miss Kay’s arm, and prayed aloud — a moment that left several family members in tears.

She ended her update with a plea to fans:

“Please pray. She feels your love.
And right now, that love means more than ever.”Romance

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