The Button

    There is a lady who lives in Eretz Yisroel who was wearing her blouse. The blouse that she was wearing could be worn in one of two ways, either with the top closed or with it opened a little bit. Either way, it wasn't terribly not tznius, but the standard of the school and her family was to have the top button closed. She was struggling with it. She wasn't struggling with yiddishkeit in any way, but just in this areas; she wanted to wear the button open. She spoke it over with her mother, and her mother left it up to her. She chose to close the button. Later that day, her mother sees her and sees that she is really exhausted from the spiritual struggle. With tears in her eyes, her mother tells her, you know what? Who knows if your closing of your button stopped another pigua from happening in Eretz Yisroel. Who knows!

   B"H there was less terror today than yesterday. Who knows what one closing of a button can do. What is your 'button'? What is that one small thing that for whatever reason it is, is a struggle for you. Because who knows if your 'button' can prevent one more terrorist attack from ruining the lives of our brothers and sisters.

   Hopefully IY"H, we can garner up the strength and do whatever we need to do to close our one 'button'. Have a great day and rest of your week.