If you don’t mind, I’d like to share something private…
The first time I saw a “cemetery of the innocents” I was on my way to visit my MIL who lived in Western NC. I was coming up from southwestern GA and on this little two lane highway, there was this church up on the hill heading North. This particular weekend (it happened to be the first weekend of October) there were people out there hammering away putting white crosses up in a systematic order like what you’d see at Arlington.
It took me a brief second but then my eyes were diverted to the sign right below them on the base of the hill with a counter that was actually counting up… and at the end of that counter were the words “Babies aborted in the U.S. since Roe v Wade.”
I cried for about the next thirty minutes, prayed for the women that feel pressured into having an abortion.
And it was a catalyst in making me seek a Rachel’s Vineyard retreat for my own healing. I believe it was the power of those prayers that helped me to find the path to healing from my own expeiences.
if you can’t construct a cemetery of the innocents, you can have children offer their prayers and place them at the foot of a Pieta statue. I know my own grief can’t ever compare to what Mary had to endure, but heck, it’s close enough in the maternal pain of the loss of a child.
But I wouldn’t use the word abortion for the younger kiddos… I would think like 4th grade on up would be the right age to start discussing what abortion actually is, but not earlier. (meaning there is a way, but just not as graphic, kwim?)
good luck and thank you for helping me to remember a wondeful site that ended up helping me.
