Faithful as a rainbow

I have been off sick for about a month and a half, working part-time for the half.  The 'joy' of a desk job is that everyone has a place to put all your work when you are away.  I am also a student who has found out vicodin is not conducive to mental productivity.  As I get back into full-time life I am trying not to be overwhelmed but I am so far behind it's tough not to freak out. I know I will get it all done in the nick of time, it's getting there that is daunting. 

I had a moment with a rainbow yesterday, it got me thinking about how every single rainbow is a testament of God's faithfulness to a promise he made eons ago. He said He would put it up whenever He covered the sky with clouds to remind Himself.  I think the reminder is for us. 

I have not made it here of my own doing; I was brought, carried and at times dragged.  So as I freak out about these things and others I also think of His faithfulness to do what He says and what He wills, and that when we see what He has done we will gape at it like little children seeing a rainbow for the first time and offer up pure praise.

Why not settle?

Why not?  Here's why you should:

Joy is the state of being pleased with life no matter the circumstance.  Christian though I am, I suffer from joy-deficiency syndrome.  So for those like me, the joy-deficient, all we have is happy; the state of pleasure based on happenstance - circumstance dependent smiling.
We continue, keep up...If all you have is happy, your pleasure rests on either things going exactly your way (or obviously better) or you will smile for whatever pops over the horizon.  In other words, you either have your way or you settle.  Those are the paths to happiness!
Now things do not go how I like for good reasons:  'beneficial-to-my-well-being-and-survival' reasons.  This implies, all that is left for me in my pursuit however lacksidaisical a pursuit it may be is to settle; to be okay with whatever comes through the door.  How then is settling a bad thing?  It is a sure way to happiness because until you die, you are guaranteed something will come through the door.  If it is too big you will go out to the road to meet it - and being a 'settler' you will smile, greet it like an old friend resurrected and enjoy its company for as long as it stays.  You may even miss it after it leaves.

Am I right?

Looking forward to talking

I received a tepid message from a friend I have not heard from in a long long time.  I know it was prepared just for me, and that is wonderful!  I remember discussing the substance and realism of human relations with this particular individual.  Like all the examples we shared she went her way and after two years was never to be heard from again.  I do not remember what exactly I thought of that, it was akin to irony.  More like, "you who teaches against stealing, do you steal?"

Anyway, she wrote.  And said , "Talk soon."  My response, "looking forward to talking."  

I love it when friends come back, especially the special ones.  I tend to pick things right back up with them when they return.  There is no reservation or staleness.  But they still tend to go away again and again, each excursion longer than the last until I hope I neither care nor notice.  But, if I do not, are we still friends?  I think one of the characteristics of friends is noticing their absence.  At times with soreness, tears and pining even.

Why do they vanish in the first place?  

Life gets in the way of living.  

At least they come back and we can "talk soon."