I Have A Dream... About Swords, Warhorses and Fried Chicken

            I had a dream the night of April 17 (you can already tell this is going to be a good one), about mission life. It started out awful, but the ending was spectacular to say the least. I can't remember exactly how it began, all I know is that it had something to do with fried chicken... but that's not important. 

Lets just say in my dream, he didn't look quite so happy...

            My companion, Sister Powell and I were teaching someone about the gospel, and he just kept fighting it. It got to a point where he said, "why are you doing this, what's the point?" I remember feeling my heart break for him, and I began to feel pointless. He suddenly turned to look outside, following his gaze I turned to see a huge dragon, that looked like one of those Chinese parade dragons, and I instantly knew it was Satan, the Devil himself (this dragon didn't have dancing, happy people underneath). I turned to look at this man, in the process of putting on some armor made of wooden beads (don't ask me why it wasn't metal, that would have been more assuring), and said, "that is why I am here, to fight HIM!" I took off running and whistled for my war horse, and did one of those cool, ninja jumps off the brick porch onto my already galloping horse. I unsheathed my sword (I don't know where I was hiding it before...) and made my attack on Satan. With my weapons and training, I was able to defeat Satan, for a time. 
            Victory was bittersweet. I knew he would be back again. It wasn't until the battle was over that I looked around and saw other missionaries dressed in the beaded armor (seriously, what's up with that?!) and ready to support me in my fight. The dream went on, but the rest doesn't matter. 
            As missionaries, we are here to help people with their battles against Satan. We show them how to fight temptation, and how to repent when mistakes are made. There are times when we as missionaries get discouraged, but at the end of the day, there is always some small victory made. In the end, we are all fighting for the same thing. Happiness. It just so happens to be the thing Satan wants to take away.
           
            I really wish I could remember what was going on with the fried chicken...