Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
There lies within us a cathedral; we can choose to close the doors, or allow them to open wide. The chambers within are vast, full of light, flooded by stain-glass windows where the sun shines through. There are dusty corridors as well, places where the cobwebs have not been swept away. Within the cathedral music
The marigolds are all that are left in the garden; the weeds are there too, the ones I let grow in profusion. It is an untidy mess of vines, and green, growing things; still, there is a harmony of sorts, all that lush greenery, a miniature jungle just for me. The marigolds are magnificent; they
It seems that the landscape of our lives is always changing; we open the window to a new day, and the view is altogether different from the day before. Each and every day brings new challenges, and of course, we never know what these challenges may be ahead of time. We do know, that no
I learned an important lesson last weekend, and I learned it from a child about to turn six years old; things take time, and you have to be patient and wait. I have probably learned this lesson a hundred times over. Obviously, I needed a refresher course! It is hard to wait for things we
On the day we are born, we are given a beautiful quilt, which is our very body. It is a quilt God works on from conception, piecing together our very person. In fact, scripture tells us that He knew us even before conception. "Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you, before you
There is a place where the sea and sky meet in a tender embrace; unless of course, there is a storm, and then, there is a terrible fight. But oh, on a clear blue day, the dolphins play, and the sea birds frolic about. The waves sound like thunder, a turmultuous roar when they crash
What is it that captures our hearts so well, as a photograph of days gone by? It is as if we find ourselves on a tree lined street in autumn; the wind blows, and leaves of every color scatter around us. There is the golden slant of the sun, and our own ruminating thoughts; how
I watched the birds this morning out on our back deck; like us, they are endlessly busy, darting here and there, not satisfied with one particular perch. As they move from spot to spot, they find a new vantage point. The world does look different from a tree-top, or the tip of my patio table
I waited for the rain to come; the clouds gathered and stirred, but still, not a drop. I waited, the sky a silver palette, deepening into a swirling, charcoal grey. I waited, as if for a ship to come into a harbor, seeing it far off, making its way. All at once it began, the
Our little grandson is two weeks old already! We have so enjoyed this time, marveling at his tiny feet, tiny hands, and beautiful smile. It is always hard to believe just how small a newborn is, and how fast they grow! Day by day, week by week, month by month, babies grow into toddlers, and