Linda Raha's Writing Corner
Sometimes, when we least expect it, God grants us a blessing so profound, it changes our lives. I received such a blessing when I met a dear friend, who shared with me her gift of music. I came to Dianne's cabin in the woods because she was my son's piano teacher. She thought I should
Once again, the seasons are changing; these autumnal days remind us that we are changing too, each and every day. The trees are about to put on their biggest pageant of the year, changing from summer's garb to fall's most exquisite wardrobe. There will be luminous gold leaves to don the trees, magnificent burgundies, the
I thank God for this new day! We escaped the wrath of Hurricane Florence and except for a few gray days, we have been so blessed. I pray for those who endured hardship, both during, and after the storm. These storms take a terrible toll. It is always difficult to know who will be hit
It was as if she were a blue angel, at the edge of a green, grassy meadow. The wildflowers were all in bloom; so much to entice the girl in the cornflower dress, eyes always looking everywhere at once. She was one to keep company with a universe of wild, growing things, all tangled up
A storm can catch us unaware, sudden lightning and buckets of rain pouring down on us; the storms of life can come just as quickly, turning our world upside down. The storms blow through when we least expect. All is well and then like a lightning bolt has struck, we feel powerless. Thank God, we
There is something wonderful that happens when we sit down with a cup of tea; we tend to relax and allow the worries of the day to slip away. And a 'perfect cup' is not so much about the tea or the cup that you use...it is about savoring a moment of peace and quiet.
There are no ordinary days; they are extraordinary because we make them so. Just as two snowflakes seem the same, but are different, so too, are our days. They come one by one like silken snowflakes that grace our lives. In the end, the flurry of white is a magical, beautiful storm like no other.
Summer is a romance; a tease that woos our hearts and souls with a frolicking breeze. We are young again, the wind in our hair, the sun soft upon our cheeks. Like the hummingbird who darts from flower to flower, the sweetness of life is upon our lips. But then in August, there is scarcely
It is funny the things that appear in my journal; my lilies are there in every radiant hue. My husband is there, working on the boat, his head bent low over the engine. There is my son and I walking in the woods on a summer day, basking in the coolness all those trees offer.
We awoke in the morning to the sound of rain pounding the house; it felt as if the whole earth was being cleansed in one grand gesture. The water rushed through the gutters like faucets gushing everywhere at once, the magic of a summer rain storm altogether mesmerizing. What is it about the beating raindrops