Why do I not feel like blogging anymore? I get on to post something almost everyday, then log right back off because I have “nothing to say.” Yet, I feel pressure to write something. SOMETHING WILL NOT COME!

Brendan has this calendar that he loves to read off of every day and cross the days off. Today as he read his calendar, he told me that it was “Holocaust Remembrance Day.” “Mommy, What’s Holocaust?

I had a little time before he left for school, so I gave him a quick history lesson. I showed him some pictures on-line and explained what happened to the victims of the Holocaust. “Mommy, Why did they do that to those people?”

“It all started with hate.”

It was amazing to look at his precious, blue eyes as his little eight year old mind took it all in. It made me think of all the precious, innocent children that were murdered during that awful time. Shoot, not just children, but innocent, precious people. People.

Then, out of the blue he asked me about the Twin Towers. He was one when 911 happened. So, again, I pulled up some videos on-line and showed him the towers being hit. He watched the plane hit the second building, people running away (and toward), and for some reason, it brought back feelings that I had when I woke up that September morning to see our nation being attacked.

“Mommy, Why?”

As tears flowed down my cheeks, I said the one word that came to my mind again, “hate.”

Then, I began to tell him that sometimes hate starts out so small, but it can grow into something so fierce, so uncontrollable, that it can destroy a nation. I told him that he will go through life meeting different people along the way. He may have different morals, beliefs, and goals than certain people. They may look differently, talk differently, worship differently. You do not have to “run in their circles,” but you can be kind. KIND.

My prayer for my son is that he will be kind. I want God to use him in whatever way He wants, but no matter what my son ends up doing, if he is one who loves God and is kind to others, than I will be so thankful. That’s how Jesus lived. That is how I want to live.

When Brendan left for school, I kept thinking about our conversation. I have been so busy with my life that I had “forgotten” about 911 (and the Holocaust). I am so ashamed.

God used my little guy to humble me today.

Hate. Gosh, I hate it.