Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
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
Sifting through the memories, a fine mist rises, a cloud of white, a poof of something yet to be. Like a baker, waiting for the bread to rise, I must be patient. What is it to knead these thoughts into a slice of life, morsels of words on a page? I know only this; it
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.