praying for the babies

I am praying for baby Stellan. He looks so much like my Samuel. My heart is heavy as I consider the struggle he faces every moment. I pray desperately for God, my mighty and powerful God, to heal this tiny baby.

Stellan is suffering from SVT. Most of my followers are fellow bloggers from blogworld and are followers of MckMama's mycharmingkids. [If you have not already, I urge you to click over to MckMama's blog and read her story. And then to pray.] I know you are with me in this heaviness for a baby the majority of us have never met. Oh, how my heart aches. Every time I read MckMama's posts about her sick baby, all I want to do is go cuddle my own little 5 month old. I find myself loving on him with a fierce thankfulness for his health and wholeness. And while I love him, I pray for Stellan.

Much, much closer to home... well, my heart's home anyway... there is another baby that weighs heavily on my heart. A dear friend of mine [not mentioning names due to privacy issues] has decided she cannot manage mothering her young infant and has given him to her parents. Sigh. Oh that rocks my heart. I am in the deep and intense trenches of motherhood and I certainly know the passion and difficulties that rises and falls with day to day parenting. I know it's hard; I get it. And so, my prayers are intermingled with these babies. My own babies I lift before the Father. Prayers for Stellan's health. Prayers for the motherless baby.

Oh, God. Hear our prayers. Answer us from Heaven.