So much has been going through my head today. I am so blessed and grateful for my life. I am thankful for the good health and safety of my family everyday. I feel sorrow for people and innocence lost on 9/11/01. Elizabeth was a baby. Hannah had started kindergarten. Luke was 2 1/2. I remember feeling the significance of the moment as I stood there and watched the news footage after Tim had left for work. I remember the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach as the details took shape.
I have since that day been reminded that hate and love only have more power if we carry them with us. And you can't carry both at the same time. If we let the hate that started the events that day inside and carry it with us - then they win. If we choose to make judgement on other innocent people because they share the same religion that the terrorists took and distorted that day into something evil - they win. If we choose to carry hate instead of love - they win. But, if we choose to leave the hate where it started and give it no more power - they lose.
We can remember, and learn from this, and prepare. But we need to leave the hate where we found it.
