I came across an old Cherokee story last night about a grandfather telling his grandson about a battle going on inside of him. It is between two wolves, one that is good and represents kindness, love, and truth, and the other that is evil and stands for resentment, hate, and lies. The little boy, engrossed in his grandfather’s story, asks which wolf will win the battle; to which his grandpa replies, “Whichever one I feed.”
First of all, how awesome is that story?! I immediately shared it with my family and we all discussed how we felt it could relate to us.