Mabel Breneman was my husband’s maternal grandmother, whom I met when I was 19 years old and she was 84 years old. Everyone called her Grandma, and I adored her. Actually, everyone adored her. I had never met anyone who was so quietly accepting of everyone. We lived about 1½ hours away and visited when we could, which was not as often as we would have liked, but however long, Grandma was just happy to see us.
I have had the privilege and joy of two careers. After God called me into ministry, God gently reminded me I wasn’t quite finished yet. Waiting in the wings was an..
United Church Homes’ recently launched a new software enterprise management system. Everything we thought we once knew how to do competently and quickly has been turned..
From the Abundant Aging Blog Archives: This blog from September 23, 2021 reminds us of the source of Abundant Grace.
Sometimes grace comes as a wee small voice offering words of encouragement or suggesting we take some specific action.
Over the past year or so I’ve been in a time of discernment. It has been my experience that these times of anticipating transition or finding a new path in life are not..
Imagine a sturdy old church building. A deteriorated neighborhood. Hemmed in by interstate and express highways. No grocery, drug or convenience stores nearby. No easily..
When I was asked to officiate at the funeral of my father’s cousin, there was only one instruction about the service: “Don’t sing Amazing Grace”.
This is the final entry in our “Beyond December” themed blogs.
I was an ordinary housewife, living in a suburb outside of Chicago with three children and one husband, one dog and a life plan that was not exactly written in..
