I thought you might get a chuckle out of this, given our recent conversation.
Life is a battlefield. Sometimes you get shot at, sometimes you get pieces shot off of you, but if you pull yourself together and keep moving forward, in spite of all the Adversary can send against you, and reach the finish line with your precious charges intact: this is victory.
Life is a garden, full of wondrous plants and animals to nurture. Some are flashy, others are small and ugly and easy to overlook but when given a little water and sunshine and human kindness they grow into something wonderful: this is victory.
They stare at each other in mutual incomprehension. This is love.
Rock Is Dead. Long Live Scissors!
"The presentation or 'gift' of the Holy Ghost simply confers upon a man the right to receive at any time, when he is worthy of it and desires it, the power and light of truth of the Holy Ghost, although he may often be left to his own spirit and judgment." --Joseph F. Smith (manual, p. 69)