The world is pretty evil, there is no denying it.
Sometimes it is overwhelming.
Sometimes my heart gets so heavy thinking about my children having to navigate through this muck.
And sometimes I feel that the power of the destroyer is just too much.
And then I experience a sacrament meeting like today.
Where my heart was overwhelmed by the tenderness of a newly returned missionary's testimony.
I could feel his love for Jesus before he said a word.
He wept from beginning to end. And so did I.
It was a compelling reminder that God's army will always be victorious.
Please count me in.
