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The Wolves Within

An old Cherokee Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice, “Let me tell you a story.

I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.

But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times.” He continued, “It is as if there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him, and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.

But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is a helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing.

Sometimes, it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit.”

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather’s eyes and asked, “Which one wins, Grandfather?”

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, “The one I feed.”


Blue Skies and Butterflies

I ran across this story while browsing yesterday, and found it more than worthy of reposting.

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day, a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. What the man, in both his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!

~Author Unknown


I asked for Strength………
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom………
And God gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity………
And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage………
And God gave me Danger to overcome.
I asked for Love………
And God gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors………
And God gave me Opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted ……..
I received everything I needed!


Gone

It’s still heavy on my mind this morning. I was on the phone with my guy yesterday while he was on the way home from work. He mentioned a traffic backup and slews of firetrucks en route somewhere in the vicinity of our old high school, including choppers hovering above. We casually dismissed it, then I found out the news. A good friend of mine lost her house in a fire.

It’s a complete loss. Her daughter and mother were home at the time and got out okay, but the mother went back in for something and collapsed in the living room from smoke inhallation – she is now in the hospital in ICU. They lost three pets and two are still missing. Anyone who has ever suffered a complete loss of their home through a fire can understand what these folks are going through – but to the rest of us, it’s just unfathomable. This was also my friend’s childhood home. I simply cannot imagine.

The facebook community has really come together for her on this. You know, I just can’t say enough about the ole’ social networking thing, it still never ceases to amaze me. It’s truly heartwarming and comforting to see the outpouring of love and offers of help to her and her family. All of our friends are rushing to her aid – these are mostly people who we’ve all known since childhood and went to school with. That in itself is really something, isn’t it?

Please say a prayer for the Helms family. Read story here