richness comes in different colors

what makes life rich? i have a feeling it is the good along with the bad, or difficult. my life is rich. i say this with recent experiences in mind. my thanksgiving was enjoyable. the three days following were enjoyable as well. i spent quality time with some friends very dear to me. picking one up from the airport, meeting another for dinner, all of us 'shopping' together, spending the night, waking up, enjoying the morning with the innocence mission and sunlight filling the little l.a. apartment. lunch and amoeba. dinner was at my grandpa's and minutes spilled into hours of rummikub.

i spent monday afternoon with a distant friend running errands and eating dinner. i enjoy those things, because they are things you do with long time friends.

tuesday afternoon was great. what better way to spend the afternoon than with a faraway friend in an hour walk around a large park?

wednesday afternoon lent itself to a catch-up phone call to new york, a nap, hot chocolate and chasing a toy train over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over with a 3 year old, then standing for 10 minutes waiting for the cuckoo bird to come out of the clock.

yet last night my head lay down with prayers on my lips and tears in my eyes; work was met with stress as we have a difficult decision to come to, which we only want the Lord's direction on, and in every way need His strength.