Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
I awoke one morning before the dawn, wide awake, and thinking about so many things at once. Before long, I had a litany of cares to bring before God. And, all before sunrise! I love the early morning time before the whole world awakes. It is a time of prayer and settling the order of
Dust off your dreams, unclutter your mind, and begin again. Like attic treasures, long forgotten, our dreams whisper in the corridors of our days. In the morning light, brush away the cobwebs the stagnant mist of things undone. The dreams, they shimmer in the sunlight. They dance at the hint of dawn in the far-away
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
The rain came today cold and wet drenching the azaleas. Yesterday the sun shone brilliantly on Easter. The butterflies and the bees hovered amidst the flowers for hours on end. It is a quiet day a day for sowing seeds deep within our hearts. We begin again washed clean like the rain, that cleanses the
The garden beckons like an old friend who knows me well. This friend does not mind my muddy shoes, my hair in tangles, or my mismatched garden gloves. I can drop in whenever I like; the door is always open. The rooms are flooded with sunlight, and I can rest upon a bench. This place
How many days of wonder? There is so much beauty to recall. Pink petals are the dawn of spring, the sunrise of so many colors. White blooms cast a mysterious glow; like a moonbeam, the flowers are enchanting. There are no harps playing, no soft serenade outside my window. And yet, I am in love
I cannot remember a more beautiful spring; this year, in the days leading up to Easter, spring has been simply magnificent. Juxtaposed to the sense of fear and dread we have encountered with this Corona virus, it is as if the earth was making a counter attack. Day after day of blue skies, flowers budding
In the midst of this pandemic, it is imperative that we hold onto hope; hope makes it possible to endure all things, knowing that God is always working on our behalf. As it is written in Romans 5: 3-5: "And not only this, but we exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance;
I cannot remember a more beautiful spring; the earth has awoke from the deep sleep of winter. Outside my window, my crabapple tree is a showy spectacle; there is all that spring snow, pure white blossoms, drifting to the ground. There is the dance of the birds from tree to tree; they are not sure