It has been a week of sadness and reflection. Not only were Saturday’s events horrific, I heard a story on the 10 o’clock news Monday night that is horrific. A four-month-old baby boy had all his fingers chewed off by the family pet ferret. His two thumbs and part of one pinkie is all that is left. This is so horrible that I cannot even begin to wrap my head around how this could happen. The thought of a little baby screaming and no one coming to his rescue him until all his fingers are gone makes me sick at my stomach, heart and mind. I wake up during the night in tears thinking of the difficult life this little boy has ahead of him and wondering, how could such horrific thing possibly happen. As a mother myself and feeling I have not slept soundly since the moment they were born, I cannot imagine sleeping through something like this. Honestly, I don’t even know how to pray for this baby. Had it been one or two fingers or even one hand…but all fingers… I wonder what life has in store for this little angel? Whatever it is, it will not come easy. I woke up several times last night with him on my heart and mind, hugging my pillow and asking God to send my love and hugs to him. I don’t know this little guys name. I don’t know anything about him or the short time he has been on this earth, but I will forever hold him in my heart, thoughts and prayers.
If only my tears had powers.
My prayer is for all those who are hurting in any way.
