Please Deposit Baby Here…
I’ve said that about a million times in reference to the sign above the imaginary basket on my doorstep. I am heartsick everytime I hear about a sweet newborn babe left in a completely unsuitable place. I pray that eventually the word will go out far and wide that I am more than willing to love and raise a foundling (or 100 of them). Please don’t laugh - my dear friend Mimi and her husband Bill have fostered over 80 newborns.
It is amazing that, even today, no matter where in the world, there are still women who can not find a way to keep their babies. Thanks be to God they brought them into this world. Who can say who that child may grow to be? Thank thanks be to God that someone, somewhere, has the good sense to erect these baby booths, just as Pope Innocent III did in the 12th century. Just as the Palna Orhanage does today, and has done for many years.
I’ve seriously got to get a foundling wheel built into our house. Friends of mine have assured me that a “safe haven” sign would not be allowed…
My grandmother was semi-orphaned at 13 years and sent away to live in indentured servitude to a ‘foster family’. She always had a special love for orphaned children, taking two (that I know of) into her care, at least temporarily. I inherited that from her. Born to love. When I say I need a foundling wheel, I’m only slightly in jest. There just are not enough places to safely leave these little ones.
This after an extraordinary article I read at Dawn Eden’s Blog.
