A Cherokee Legend - Will Good or Evil Win?

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. 

"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. 

"It is a terrible fight and it is between 

two wolves." 

One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, 

greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, 

inferiority, lies, false pride, 

superiority, and ego."

He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, 

hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, 

empathy, generosity, truth, 

compassion, and faith." 

The same fight is going on inside you - 

and inside every other person, too."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and 

then asked his grandfather, 

"Which wolf will win?"   

    

The old Cherokee simply replied, 

"The one you feed." 

And this is so true.
Love,
Grammy T.

To Pooped To Pop And I Ain't Lyin'

Photo by Veer
A little deer eating flowers

I just planted viola's and snapdragons

and now I am too pooped to pop 
and I ain't lyin'!

Are the little deer going to eat my 
pretty new flowers?

Please tell me 
NO.

Love,

Grammy T.

Why Am I Going To Hell She Asked

I have said before and I'll say it again

I love our missionaries. 

One thing that I learned while serving with them at the

 University of Florida, was that they all had a special purpose 

for being at a certain place 

when they were there 

and 

while they were there.  

There was a campus ministers group of other young people

that would be on campus while our missionaries were there 

and they always yelled at our missionaries and 

told them they were going to Hell. 

On one of the days while our Elders and Sisters 

were visiting with some interested 

students about the Gospel. 

The ministers came a yellin' 

"You are going to HELL!" 

As they were walking away 

our Sister H. said;

 “Hey come back here! 

Why are we going to hell?” 

The young man turned and looked at her and said, 

“I don’t know, we were told that you were 

so I thought you were.”

She told him that was not a good enough reason, 

in her own special way of telling him,

and to not do it again. 

When they told me that story I laughed and thought 

only Sister H. could have done 

such a good job with that.

Only sister H. 

I love you Sister H. 

Love,
Grammy T.