Counting Blessings Amidst Afflictions

So the last time I wrote I hadn't been through the temple yet. I went through the temple on Tuesday the 14th in the Arizona Temple. It was one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had. I've gone back four times since then in different temples and each experience is unique and amazing. To be honest, I had been struggling with having the Spirit more readily in my life the past year and especially since I made the decision to serve a mission. Satan was really working hard on me. I started to feel like I wasn't good enough to serve a mission and that it was hopeless for me. I was supposed to give a farewell talk in my single's ward in Provo, on temples, that Sunday after I had gone through the temple, and I was really struggling with it for some reason. I couldn't focus on the topic, and I didn't feel like I was being guided by the spirit. I decided to brave the temple on my own for my second time through the Saturday before I was to speak, and I'm so glad I did. I was able to spend some time in the Celestial room praying, reading, and pondering on the topic I was assigned and on the things that I had been struggling with. When I left the temple I felt strengthened in a way that I hadn't felt in a long time. I could feel the spirit with me and I knew that my Heavenly Father was there for me. I am so grateful for the temples and for the gospel! I am glad that I made the decision to serve a mission so that I can help others make it to the temple. Let me set one thing straight though... Satan is still ever present in my life. He is working on me in ways that I never thought he would. It almost seems like he knows he couldn't reach me in the usual ways so he has to see what else he can hit me with. He just loves to make me feel worthless and alone. On the bright side though, everytime Satan attacks me, Heavenly Father sends me angels to lift me back up. It seems like just when I'm giving in to the tears someone always walks in and lets me cry on their shoulder or dries up my tears for me. I'm so grateful for my angels that are there when I need them most. I'm grateful for friends that worry about me even when I try to act strong or like something doesn't really bother me. I'm grateful for friends and angels who go out of their way, even if only for a couple of minutes, to brighten my day and make me feel of worth. Thank you angels... thank you. You mean the world to me, and I only hope that I can be the angel for all of my friends out there in return. Thank you.