At the end of the session, after we had all presented our best ideas of what to do, we were told that children like the infant in this story will usually die no matter what is done. The hopelessness of those words haunted me all the way home, causing me to cry and to pray earnestly for all children in similar situations. And as I most often do when confronted with things beyond my ability, I began to sing worship songs to the Lord, drawing close to Him to let His presence into my heart where He could teach me and guide me into whatever answers He had.
Story is entirely fictional.
Resemblances to any real person, living or dead, are strictly coincidental. All rights reserved Janet turned in despair from the bathroom mirror. The circles under her eyes were growing darker day by day, evidence of the deep concern eating at her. She walked back into her bedroom and looked down at the small infant asleep in the crib, dreading getting him up for his feeding. The words of the CPS caseworker haunted her.