Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
It has become a tradition in our family to have an annual egg hunt at Eastertime. Many years, we have hosted the hunt at our house, but other family members have hosted the event as well. After church on Easter, we all gather in the mid afternoon for this fun-filled occasion. Over the years, the
Can it be that God painted the world with so much blue because He wanted us to live in wonder? He wanted our dreams to mirror an expansive sky. He wanted us to question the ocean deep to know the fathomless depth of His love. So much blue, with ringlets of clouds and white caps
It has been a long week at our house! We lost our almost fifteen-year-old German Shepherd-Husky dog two days before Valentine's day. It seems in life that our pets always leave us too soon. Oddly, although her fifteenth birthday would have been on March 7, 2023, February seemed like the month meant for us to
Yesterday, I looked out my kitchen window, and there in all of its glory, was a stunning red cardinal. Against the backdrop of brown leaves and barren tree limbs, he stood out in bold perfection. I wandered outdoors and discovered that more of my daffodils were in full bloom. We expect freezing rain this coming
There were windows in the clouds today. Bright blue portals opened up so you could see clear through to the other side. Below, on the sound, the swans paraded about like lovely dancers, drifting across an aqua stage. It was a summer day in the midst of winter. I would like to glide like that,
Is there anything more beautiful than a stunning red rose? My husband brought me a bouquet of roses just the other day. Suddenly, all my Christmas decorations paled in comparison! There are few things that we can find in a store that are lovelier than what we find in nature. That is why we are
The green leaves of summer are gone; all that greenery, simply vanished overnight. Or is it that just the way it seems, when November dawns and a new chapter begins? We mark the pages with autumnal gold and write all sorts of notes in the margins. There are so many things we want to remember
It is a moment of grace to see that little hand reach up and grasp my own. It is a moment of grace to see an aged one who stoops so low lifted up by another. The stars collide in the universe and the still, dark night embraces the light. Helping hands reach out stars,
Dare we dream in September beneath the bluest skies of better days to come? The leaves give way to the most enchanting hues that mirror the sun above. We see our own reflection, captured in those leaves of autumnal gold. We know the finery belongs to God, the soft September wind, a calling. The light
If every life were written in a storybook, would each and every page be highlighted with cheerful moments and a problem - free existence? When you look at the cover of a storybook, can you tell all that much about the contents of the book? The truth is that all of our days are written