So sad...

I read just this week about a young mom who experienced I think every moms nightmare. She left her 8 week old baby boy at home with her husband/his father to do some grocery shopping. Many stay at home moms can understand this...so much easier to get that chore done without the baby in tow. She gets a call 1/2 way through her shopping from her husband telling her that their son had stopped breathing. She gets home to find her house surrounded by police and fire vehicles and discovers her son has already been whisked away to the hospital. Once there, she and her husband get taken, individually, to be questioned. A policeman comes to her and lets her know that it was most definitely a case of shaken baby syndrome and when she asks, is told that her husband has been taken to jail.
The prognosis is not good for her little boy. It has been almost 3 weeks since the incident and she has been told many times that her little angel will not survive once life support is taken away. I cannot even begin to fathom what she is going through. To have your precious child harmed in such a vicious manner and the person you want to turn to the most is the one who caused the harm....how do you survive? She turned to an online community (one through which I have met many great ladies in real life) and asked for prayers. I wish there was more I could do, but I truly believe in the power of prayer.
How do you start? As a mom, I want to pray only for the miraculous recovery of her son. There is only one who could do this, and if it is His will, it will be done. But there I am caught...if it's His will. What if it's the Lords will that this little boy come home to Him? What then? I find myself having an ever changing prayer...praying for the recovery of Matthew, praying for the safe passing of Matthew, praying for the strength of his mom, Val. I have yet to pray for the dad....I really don't know where to start there. I cannot imagine shaking a baby so tiny, so innocent, yet I know it happens every day by people who are pushed to their breaking point. His life is gone, his wife, his son, gone to him. But I cannot bring myself to include him in my prayers. What kind of Christian does this make me?
For those who may come across this blog, please include a precious little baby boy, Matthew, and his mother, Val in your prayers. They need so much right now.