Yesterday in my Young Women lesson I mentioned that Satan is my buddy and my constant companion. I realized as soon as I said it that it sounded like I want him to be hanging around. I would like to amend that statement.
Satan is NOT my buddy. Satan is more like that weird kid who lives down the street and eats paste, and no matter what you do to get rid of him, he's always showing up at your door asking if you want to play.
Only, he's able to make eating paste look really appealing sometimes. Which is just stupid.
That's exactly what Satan is like.
You know, just in case you were wondering.