Sundays have always carried a quiet grace for me — a day that asks nothing more than our presence. My father was a minister, and in our home, Sundays were set aside for rest, reflection, and reading. They were days for gathering in song and conversation, for remembering that even in the simplest moments, thereContinue reading "Sunday Morning Reflection: Why Sundays are Special"| Rebecca's Reading Room
John Russell McCarthy’s poem took me back years to the boreal forests of Northern Manitoba, where I grew up. I vividly recall walking among the poplars in early September. This brief, lyrical poem …| Rebecca's Reading Room
There are some books that linger quietly in the back of your mind long after you’ve read the final page—books that feel like a warm cup of tea on a rainy afternoon. The Last Garden in England by Ju…| Rebecca's Reading Room
Change is often met with resistance.And for good reason. It unsettles our routines, disturbs the familiar, and opens the door to the unknown. It asks us to relinquish control and step into a space …| Rebecca's Reading Room
