I heard it like this:
There was once an old native American and he described his life this way. He said, “I have two dogs living inside of me. There is a white dog that loves what is good and does good things. Then there is a black dog and it hates what is good and does bad things. Those two dogs are always fighting within me.”
Another man asked him, “Well, which dog wins the battle.”
The old man said “Whichever one I feed the most.”
I love that story. I love it because it is so true. I love it because there are dozens of applications.
For me, it reminds me that all of us have voices inside that are fighting. One voice tells us good things from God and the other tells us bad things from the Devil. One voice tells me I am loved and forgiven. The other tells me I am a failure and covered in my own filth. One voice tells me to care for others and another voice tells me to focus on myself. Always these competing messages inside my head.
Everyday I have to ask myself, “Which voice am I going to listen too?”
Whichever voice I listen too is the feed for that dog inside of me.