Before the memorial was built. We found a lot of tires on the property that had to be disposed of.
And lots of trash!
And spent a lot of time landscaping the area.
Why do we Need a Memorial Wall?
An Example to take to heart
The Heart of America Memorial Wall for the Unborn has great meaning for many. Let me tell you the story of one client. This beautiful, talented client was but thirteen years old when she discovered she was pregnant due to some incest going on between her and a family member. She was afraid to tell anyone so went to an unsympathetic abortionist and had an abortion. She went through a lot of struggles until she heard about Jesus and his desire for all of us to be whole. She was very attracted to the memorial wall Christians for Life is building. Several years went by until she decided it was time to memorialize her children (she had a miscarriage in addition to the abortion). There was such excitement in her voice for this had been a heart rendering decision. We set the date and time. She then went on line and told other friends in a chat room for post abortive women what she was planning on doing. Within 30 minutes time 25 names of babies that were aborted were added for us to memorialize. She has decided to make this a ministry to bring names periodically to the Heart of America Memorial Wall for the Unborn to be memorialized.
Many thanks to the volunteers and donors who have helped with the heavy landscaping, the building of the retaining wall, and the erecting of the first section of the memorial wall already full of names on one side. We are grateful that an underground sprinkling system was donated and operational. Through donations and discounts, the driveway around the memorial, donation brick sidewalks, and decorative lighting on the Path of Healing are complete. Entrance columns are being erected.
Funds are still needed for a gazebo and fencing to finish Phase I. We are currently taking bids for the Gazebo, estimated at $10,000. Volunteers are needed to work during the times listed on the Home Page. We encourage you to pray about funds and/or volunteers to facilitate these beautiful grounds. If in your prayers, you feel God would have you partner with us financialaly or volunteer, please feel welcome. God Bless all of you who already are, you are important to this great cause.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY UNBORN CHILD:
In just a few minutes she was gone from me.
Minutes, that will linger through my eternity.
A choice; my choice. Freely made.
I choose death over life; my sins were laid…
Laid before my eyes and burned deep in my soul.
There was no turning back. I saw nowhere to go.
And I cried, “God help me! Get me out of here!”
His answer came; I turned a deaf ear.
I listened instead to society’s call;
“Abortion’s okay, just tissue. Really nothing at all”.
It was many years later I learned it all was a lie.
I was empty and lonely, way deep down inside.
I no longer could hide my memories of pain.
Or the overwhelming feelings of regret and shame.
I would not have cried if it was “just tissue” I lost.
Someone died inside me at a terrible cost.
This small heart once beating now forever is still.
A cry won’t be heard; a voice won’t be filled.
Eyes that will not see blue skies and green grass.
And legs, never to walk on this earth or run fast.
These things were all formed on the child inside me.
This is what society did not want me to see.
But God spoke to my heart and put the truth there.
Now I have to speak out, His knowledge to share.
When Jesus said, “Father forgive them they know not what they do.”
He was praying for me, He knew my sin too.
And when Christ died on that cross in anguish and pain.
He died there for me. Took my guilt. Covered my shame.
Forgiveness was there I just had to ask,
And with God’s love, FOREVER, the healing will last.
Yet, there are so many hurting because of a “choice” that they made.
Feeling hopeless and barren. Unaware their sin has been paid.
My prayer is to reach them so they again could rejoice.
And to help teach society, abortion’s a very poor choice.
Because decisions made quickly with thoughts that run wild,
Last forever; like the memory, of my unborn child.
-BJGosa-
Tori (A mother’s grief)
I feel you today..
I know you are near..
Up above watching over me..
We shared precious moments together
When I was only a child myself
I remember laying in my bed
wondering what it would be like
I felt you kicking
I talked to you.
I knew you were going to be a gymnist
The way you would kick and do flips
I was scared and lonely…_I had no idea what I was
going to do with you
I was so young, scared and confused…
Nobody knew
Nobody asked
How could nobody notice?
At 26 1/2 weeks I lost you…
You were taken away from me
I didn’t think I had any other choice.
The love of my life was gone
He gave you to me…
I held your little body
So still and lifeless
So beautiful
You were a tiny angel…
Always my angel…
I felt so much regret…
I didn’t think you would be so real…
But there you were with fingers and toes
Perfectly formed…
My heart broke that day…
My life changed forever…
I lost you that day…
At the hands of somebody cruel…
Somebody who did not value you
Somebody who did not value me
I wish somebody had been there…
To take away the pain
To tell me I didn’t have to do that
To tell me it was ok to keep you
Nobody prepared me for that day
Nobody held my hand as I said goodbyeNobody told me I would feel like this
Nobody told me I would regret it….
Nobody told me this would haunt me
Nobody knew…
The people who did know didn’t care…
He took you just like that
You were gone…
No more kicking
No more dreaming of what it would be like
To have you by my side forever…
No more you and me against the world…
You were gone…
A part of me was forever gone too…
I hope you have forgiven me
I hope you’re in heaven
You would be so grown now..
So beautiful and bright…
One day I will meet you again…
One day we will be together…
I love you Tori….
Words and music by Charles Wray ©2005
She stepped from the clinic, so lost and forlorn,
I couldn¹t help asking, on that Tuesday morn,
So how old are you, child, and what is your name?
I’m sixteen, she whispered, her head bowed in shame.
Please tell me your name, child, and why you are here.
I’ve made an appointment, she whispered in fear.
My name’s not important, I can’t tell you now,
But I’ve got to get through this, get through it somehow.
I waited a moment.
It was easy to see, She needed a friend, and a friend I could be.
For desperate people with fear in their eyes
Need someone to listen and not criticize.
I’m pregnant, she told me, I’m three months along.
I know it is foolish—I know it is wrong,
But I’ll get an abortion as soon as I can
For a baby’s not part of my overall plan.
On Saturday morning I’ll be here at ten.
In less than an hour my problem will end.
I’ll do it before I have started to show,
So Mommy and Daddy will not have to know.
I looked at this young girl, so helpless, so lost
And said,
Are you sure you have counted the cost?
For when it is over, the deed has been done,
A lifetime’s regretting has only begun.
She said, I don’t care—I have made up my mind.
The money is paid and the paper is signed.
On Saturday morning I’ll walk through that door
And soon everything will be fine as before.
Next Sunday morning, to church I will go
With Mommy and Daddy, who never did know. And I’ll look to the cross, and then, only then, I’ll wish to my soul…… it was Saturday, ten.
What would you have been?
We’ll never know.
What would you have become?
We’ll never know.
Did you have dreams?
Did you have hopes?
You were taken away much too soon.
You didn’t even have a chance to get started.
Snatched from the womb as soon as your
Heart began to beat.
I’ so sorry little ones.
There will always be a tear shed for what should have been.
A beating heart forever stopped.
Dimples cheeks and smiling eyes, never to be seen.
There are so many of you lost to us.
We gather together and hold hands as tears course down
Our cheeks to say prayers for the mothers that you are lost to.
Some were too young.
Some were ignorant.
Some just didn’t care.
So enjoy your stay in heaven, little ones.
Maybe one day your mothers will join you there.
I remember…..It was on a Monday when I found about you. And I cried all day.
I remember…..It was a Tuesday when I made the decision.
I remember…..It was Wednesday when I make the call.
I remember…..It was Thursday and I cried all day.
I remember…..It was Friday when I checked in.
I remember…..It was Saturday when they took you from my body.
I remember…..It was Sunday as I lie in bed felling empty as a tear trickled from my eye down the side of my face and disappeared into the stark white hospital pillow.
And my hands resting on my now empty womb; I remember
I remember too much.
Heart of America Memorial Wall for the Unborn Dedication Ceremony
September 11, 2010
It is hard for me to understand how truly remarkable events come to pass in my life.
For example, I never intended to work in a government job, and yet I worked 30 years for the State of Kansas; all because a pipeline foreman I worked for during the summers of my college years happened to live in Larned where a large state hospital was located. What I intended as a simple visit to an old friend became a career.
I never intended to leave Central Kansas, and yet I have lived in Topeka now for 26 years; all because a short memo I wrote to an immediate supervisor was passed on to her supervisor who worked in Topeka.
I never intended to get married, and yet I have been married to the same girl for almost 35 years; all because I enrolled in an evening Chemistry class for no good reason.
None of these things were intentional in the beginning; but they all led to such big events in my life. When I took the short-term actions, I never imagined where they would lead.
I never intended to be standing in front of the Heart of America Memorial Wall for the Unborn. This Wall was never a planned destination for me. Nothing like it ever crossed my mind. But, I’m here. I’m here because those who planned, and built this wall, understood the “hurting heart of a woman” far better than I ever will.
There was a time when having a child was not that important to me. But, it was to my wife. Her heart was shattered three times by miscarriages, when I hardly knew what they were. I held her night after night, and carried her to bed, when she was too “heavy with grief” to walk there on her own. But I never really understood what she was feeling. I was confused; but she was in pain- the kind of pain that turns to indescribable loneliness because no one could really feel what she felt. I couldn’t, her friends couldn’t, no one could. She was losing children, while I was losing her.
For me, I couldn’t really understand what having a child was like until our daughter, Lindsay, was born in 1995. And, only after 15 years with Lindsay, do I know what my wife was feeling when she was losing her children. There was no Memorial Wall for her, then. There wasn’t even a husband who really understood.
We have come to dedicate this Wall- each of us in our own way. Some lost a first child, or a last child, or an only child. Many come with a Mother’s Heart. And some, with a Father’s Heart more sensitive than mine. But we all know why we’re here. This Wall will make a difference whatever the journey has been. It stands for the past, the present, and the future. It stands for those on earth and those in heaven.
It stands, because children bring so much joy to this planet.
It stands, because there will always be Mothers and Fathers who love their unborn children- even if some of us had to be instructed by life to find our way here.
Today, we come together. Tomorrow, we may come alone. But, however people come, and for however long they keep coming, their thoughts will be on children- and the wonders they bestow. Here, life is always important. Here is the place to remember our unborn children.
Bill and Linnea Rein of Topeka, Kansas