Light at the end of the tunnel

I am tired, physically, mentally and spiritually. I feel drained and pulled and pushed and oh so tired. The last time I felt like this was in college. I don’t remember all the circumstances except I felt like the trials never let up. There was a popular song at the time that talked about  seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and how it turned out to be a train barreling along towards you. That was basically how I felt about my life. I asked for a blessing , I was told that times would get so dark for me that if I didn’t cling to the Savior with everything I would get lost. I clung with all my might, like a vine I entwined myself tightly around the Lord and made it through. The reward was worth the struggle, I gained an undeniable testimony of the Gospel and my husband was standing at the end of the tunnel. My two greatest blessings.