I just read where someone said “every season has its value and purpose.” At the same time I overheard my four year old son say, “sometimes good things come from bad.” The boy is wise beyond his years, yes. But, I have always had a problem with this figurative concept of (life) seasons (funny that, eh?), because, in my opinion, the good ones are far too short and the lousy ones painfully too long and much more frequent than the good ones. Ninety percent of the time I find this pre-posthumous existence very frustrating, and the other ten percent of the time I’m asleep; I really struggle with this living/life thing. I long for heaven and home. But…every season has its value and purpose. And, so do I.