Let me just get right down to it:  my heart is heavy.  Heavy for a 5 month little boy who is fighting for his life.  His name is Stellan.  I do not know this little boy.  But he somehow has captured my heart.  Maybe because I now have a little boy.  And there are features of this boy that remind me of Brennan.  His blue eyes for one.  His chubby rolls for another.  I can't explain why I feel the way I do about this little boy; I don't understand it myself.  Except that I'm a mommy now.  And I can't imagine.  I can't imagine being in MckMama's shoes.  And as I look at pictures of this little boy, I am deeply moved.  Moved by the Spirit of God to ask, to cry out to Jesus, for a miracle in healing him, fully and completely to grow into a big boy.  Moved and humbled that in the midst of the ups and downs, MckMama writes something like this.

As I gaze into the blue eyes of my Brennan, I long with every part of my being for little Stellan to be healed, to return to his momma's arms fully restored and healthy.  He is able.  He IS able.