Feeding the Right Wolf

Feeding the Right Wolf

Today I reflected on the Cherokee story of the two wolves. Inside each of us there are two wolves that constantly battle. One is good and one is bad. The grandson asks his grandfather, “Which wolf wins?” The grandfather replies, “The one you feed.”

That story speaks deeply to me because I know that same battle exists inside me every day. I get to choose which wolf I feed. Faith or fear. Love or bitterness. Truth or lies. For me, that choice always comes back to my belief in Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior.

I have come to see faith as a kind of sixth sense. We have the five we know well: sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell. But faith is the unseen sense that connects us to God. It is not about wishing for something. It is about believing even when you cannot see the outcome.

In my family, our faith has been tested and strengthened through many trials. Barbi has faced the heartbreak of losing her father and watching her mother struggle through illness. Bella has faced the challenges of growing up in a world that can be unkind and confusing. She has had to deal with people who have their own agendas and has still managed to keep her heart soft and her spirit strong. And I have walked through my own fires: health struggles, false accusations, open heart surgery, and the decision to remain sober and clear minded over the last decade.

Through it all, we have held tightly to our faith. Our roots have grown deeper because they have been nourished by grace. We trust that God is with us in every season and that He works all things together for our good because we love Him.

By His grace alone we continue to stand. Not because life is easy but because faith keeps us grounded. Every day we get to choose which wolf we feed, and I choose faith.