Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
Keep dreaming bigger dreams each day; wash the windows of your life as if every day were the first day of spring. Make sure the view is squeaky-clean; there is no room for residue. Breathe in the fresh and fragrant air of new beginnings; let the sun shine in the deepest corners of your heart.
Whichever way you choose to go, there will be those who do not understand; choose anyway. The walk you walk is yours alone; these are the steps that matter. In life, there will always be questions; the answers must come from within. Steer clear of the noise, the voices that drown out your own; remain
Sometimes, the streams in life seem icy-cold; we stand mid-stream, afraid to move. There is always the fear of falling. The stream makes its way to a river, the ebb and flow of life, moving us forward. We cannot see around the bend; all we can do is take it one step at a time.
The blooms of summer are lovely, but the loveliest blooms in life are the ones that never fade. My daughter in law, Elicia, lost her grandmother a week ago. She passed away in her late eighties, after leading a full and active life. Elicia spoke highly of her grandmother and paid her this tribute: "My
We cannot change the world, but we can adjust our view of the world; we can infuse the world with a message of hope, one person at a time. Our encounter with others can ultimately make a profound difference. The way we see things, changes things. The way we communicate with others, affects how they
We have come to a time in America where the light seems dim; it is as if we were on a stage, but all the actors and actresses have forgotten their lines. They don't know what to say, or think, or do. The world is waiting and watching to see what will happen next. The
In my corner of the world, we awoke to early morning rain a few days in a row; sometimes, these soft rainy days remind me to be still and refocus. There is a part of me that absolutely loves the rain...especially when it is a gentle rain, almost like a refreshing mist. There is this
It is a beautiful Sunday afternoon; I can't help but thank God for the incredible sunshine, and another open page in the book of life. The parade of our days tells a story; there is sorrow mingled with gladness, there are good times, alongside hard times. Still in all, it is a book to be
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;
It would be nice on this St. Patrick's Day for a merry band of leprechauns to carry off this Coronavirus (Covid 19) for us; still, even without a single lucky charm, we are being showered with blessings day in and day out. God never leaves us without a toolbox when there is work to be