Update: Stroke of Grace has become In Darkness Sing and has moved to JenniferSaake.com.

Thirty-nine-year-old Jennifer Saake (founder, Hannah's Prayer Ministries), experienced 6 strokes via vertebral dissection at a chiropractic office, including brain stem and cerebellum bleeds, in Oct. 2011. Jenni remained hospitalized for nearly 2 months and was not expected to live (near death experience) nor recover, but if she even survived, she was slated to live out her days in a nursing home or, best case, to maybe come home but wheelchair-bound and needing 24-hour care. At 5 years, 7 months God showed how He was writing her story from the beginning.

Jenni is currently writing more books and stays active on both Facebook and Pinterest. Stroke of Grace became In Darkness Sing in early 2018 and has moved, along with all five of Jennifer's active blogs, to one location at JenniferSaake.com.

Since Jenni's chiropractor carried no insurance and moved out of the country soon after the accident (thus avoiding any legal or financial consequences), if you would like to help contribute to the Saake (pronounced like the two small words, say and key) family's massive financial needs (medical expenses alone are estimated to cost between $1- and $1.5- Million in Jenni's lifetime), please visit Jennifer Saake's Stroke Survivor GoFundMe Page. (This support information has been added in direct response to several reader requests.) The Saakes sincerely thank you for your prayers and if God prompts and equips you to send any monetary assistance as well, this is a significant added blessing.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Emptied To Become Full

I nearly made it up to "Sitting Rock" today. It's a steep climb (maybe 180 feet, 50 foot elevation increase, the experts in our family tell me) over rough ground, slippery pine needles, sink holes, rock and sticks.  The terrain got too difficult for me to figure out, even with two two hiking poles I had been digging into the soil with each step with, about twenty feet from the big rock, but I managed the rest up until that point. I was huffing and puffing and sweating like crazy and working as hard as any therapy I've tried, and totally dependent on those sticks (though I often just drug the left one because of my arm, but gripped and digging in with the right like an utter life line- I absolutely could NOT have managed without them!). Still, staying on my feet, both up and down again, without even my husband's arm, is something I couldn't even have dreamed of at the start of this summer! Maybe by next summer I'll make it all the way!

Quote: "A tried Christian grows rich by his losses, he rises by his falls, he lives by dying, and he becomes full by being emptied." -C. H. Spurgeon (via my friend Lisa Copen of Rest Ministries)


  1. That gives me hope as I can't walk without hubby or a walker yet...