But, I am caught up in this horribly sad story about the little baby. She had nothing when they found her but the towel around her. Naked, no diaper, and left for dead. I cannot shake it.
It makes me want to put a sign on our front door that says, "If you don't want your baby- please- knock and run. We will keep them warm and fed until something can be done. You have my word."
It makes me want to believe more in the humanity of people and yet... I fail.
It makes me want to scream.
My friend, OR, commented about the story, "What a desperate place that parent must have been in." OR has more compassion than me. She adopts a teenage mother each year at Christmas and fulfills their wish list. A wish list containing things like a car seat and bottles. Like I said, more compassion.
Or, maybe she sees more silver linings and good things in humanity.
So, I sit. I sit in my [obnoxiously expensive] apartment and pay more in rent than some make in a year's time. I have the luxury to at least have the option to have the argument with Husband about the heater. We want for little [nothing], that has little to do with saving money by keeping the heater at bay.
Instead of praying for the baby, maybe I should take a page from OR and pray for the parent that left her. But, what do I pray?
God, please don't send her straight to hell. Let her freeze to death first. Amen.
Nope- I don't think I want my name on that one.
God, please let the police catch her and let there be swift judgement. Amen.
While probably getting warmer, I am still thinking that is not something that I need to pray for. What will happen will happen and judgement will come to everyone, if not on earth, than after this life.
God, I have yet to walk
Okay, maybe I can put my name on that.
Maybe now I can talk about the funny things again.