I was reading thru past journal entries and found this…”My waking hours are bearable but somewhere in the evening I just keep wishing that the next day will come and somehow I will love it. Been so long since I loved it.” I’ve since found my way out of that valley and am enjoying the view from the mountain top, but I know I won’t be up here forever. There are seasons in life as in everything else. Sometimes we truly must exist at survival level. Take comfort in the fact that those hard times make us much more appreciative of the blessings.