The One You Feed

 

I have been searching for the right words…... really throughout the entire Presidential campaign but especially since Trump’s win, the inauguration and the protests. It is most simply put: I am, to the depth of my core, GRATEFUL.

 In my community, as wee as it may be, we are too busy serving to take a moment’s pause to think about what we deserve. We were over the election long ago and would have basically felt the same if someone else would have taken office. Scouts honor.

 “But we urge you brothers to excel more and more and to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you.”-1 Thessalonians 4:11

 I am so grateful to live in a place where the needs of others come before our own agendas. We have been rallying around our village and finding ways to bless those less fortunate than us. No time to even fathom taking a Saturday off to march in cute hats. Here, it is about lending a helping hand, providing a warm meal, giving back and keeping your promises.  There are fences to mend and fires to put out and seeds to be planted. It is about reaching deeper to fulfill your purpose. And I believe the majority of our wonderful country feels the same. Most of us want to move forward, do our best and leave this sense of entitlement and hatred behind. We want to go on worshipping and sowing and praying and reaping and just LET. IT. GO. because there is so much more to life than what could have been. Don’t get me wrong, we have our disagreements in our town and we are not always on the same page all of the time. But in general, we all want the same thing and that is to unite for the good of our neighbors, to put our differences aside and come together for one Common Purpose. I, in spite of all the things I have been through in this life, have never had much to protest about. I am so grateful for my warm bed and healthy children and hardworking husband and abundant freedom. I am so proud of my community for free hot dog lunches and homemade cookies with handwritten notes. I am not the most educated person and I do not pretend to have a vast amount of knowledge regarding politics but I do know that how you handle all of this is a choice. It is a place in your heart where you decide to be kind instead of mean, supportive instead of complaining, quiet instead of shouting out, flying your flag high and SERVING. A place in your heart where you do something for someone else instead of demanding your own way. Selflessness is not really a huge price to pay.

 There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under the heavens:

a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.

 It is time to put down our weapons and band together. It is time to love our nation, our president, our brothers and those most different than us. It is time to heal and mend and embrace. It is time for peace. It is time to get busy livin’, button up, give back and make all that is good start with YOU. IT STARTS AND ENDS WITH YOU. It is time to quit deserving and start serving. Above all, it is time to be GRATEFUL.

“One evening an old Cherokee Indian told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, ‘My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.” The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: ‘Which wolf wins?’

The old Cherokee simply replied, ‘The one you feed.’

 

Which one will you feed?