“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places” (Eph. 6:10–12)

Life events have combined to make me somber. I attended the funeral today of a 25 year old who lost hope in overcoming his addictions. He was a good kid. He had a big heart. He was talented. But all of that was overshadowed and lost in an evil that overwhelmed him. I think sometimes we forget that we are at war. We are at war with a real power. And though there are times in our life where we feel at ease, that presence is always there, never giving up the hope that he can drag us down. That he can stop us from fulfilling the things that God desires for us. Sometimes it is just so overwhelming to see the sorrow and the burden that so many people carry. It is painful to see people you love, even people you don't even know, who don't have the joy and peace that comes from living right and having Heavenly Father and the Savior with you. I can't imagine my life without that. And I mess up plenty. Sometimes it is hard to not be depressed because of my sins, mistakes, weaknesses, and shortcomings. But I know those feelings do not come from God. I can pray and feel peace knowing that despite all I lack, all I do wrong, the Lord loves me and is pleased with me. I wish so badly that everyone would feel that all the time. But that assurance usually comes from praying, and you can't force anyone to pray. I guess all I can do is to continue praying for them. But it's hard sometimes.