Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
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
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
A new day dawns, a gift of grace, a place to start again. The garden of life waits... We scatter seeds of hope as best we can; we know that God will bless the seeds. The field of life sometimes seems barren; sometimes, the field is drenched with heavy rain. We go forward into the
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;
"As we work to create light for others, we naturally light our own way." Mary Anne Radmacher A New Year is upon us; may this year 2020, be the year we seize every opportunity for joy. Christmas came and went, as it does each year, a beautiful passage where we remember anew that we do
It is as if the whole world were standing still; we are waiting for baby Henry to arrive. I do not know what color his eyes will be, or if his fingers will be short, or long. I do know this; I think I have loved him since forever, before the mention of his name.
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