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.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Ants Go Marching

Mount Hermon Christian Camp is an astounding place. I was only there a few hours before I was already refereeing to this plot of earth as Holy Ground. There is just something tangible about the experience of God grace here.

The setting is profoundly peaceful. The staff -just WOW!

Special shout out to amazing meal wait staff like Hove (pronounced Who-vey) and Pauline, who both went above and beyond to see my needs met, multiple times! More thank yous coming in the midst of this story...

Debbie and I both made it to camp through God's miraculous and late-in-the-game provision. We were thrilled simply to be there. We had selected the least expensive room that could possibly meet our physical needs since all the ADA (handicapped accessible) rooms had already been reserved by our registration dates.

The first couple of days with the smaller pre-conference, our room worked fairly well.

Once the big group showed up for main conference, we lost any parking spots that enabled us to drive back and forth between our room and the main conference area. Since walking the steep incline was simply not an option for either of us, Debbie began to pray for a solution.

On Friday we brushed away a few ants. No big deal. This is glorified camping afterall! The rooms are very clean, but we are in rustic cabins in the middle of the forest,

Saturday (? I think...Have I mentioned I slept little and the days ran together?) we got ready for bed. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.  Debbie was moments behind, but soon started to squeal and "dance" (quite comical to see a cane-dependant woman attempt to escape from bedsheets infested with ants - I can laugh because I would look about the same level of "graceful"!). She flipped on light and yelled, "Jenni, you have got to come see this alarm clock over here!!

We killed and disposed of hundreds of ants before we ever thought to take a picture, but apparently a previous camper had perhaps spilled something sweet onto Debbie's mattress AND an ant colony laid eggs (is this what ants do?) IN the warmth of the electric alarm clock and they hatched that night! 

We had an unbelievable HERD of ants swarming forth from that alarm clock, crawling all through Debbie's bed, pouring forth from the drain, biting my sweet friend, and just everywhere!

We finally cleaned up enough between gasping giggle fits and managed to get to bed, only to have ants creepy-crawling over Debbie again at 4:30 in the morning. Her prayer became specifically, "Make us somehow thankful for this ant invasion, like Corrie Ten Boom learned thankfulness for her fleas."

On our way to breakfast a few hours later, we passed a camp employee and I simply asked if we might borrow a vacuum as we were trying to clean up "some ants". I did not elaborate. 

In God's grand design, Andrew Summers (Conference Assistant, Mount Hermon Program Specialist), who I did not even know and don't believe I had seen yet during the conference, "happened" to walk by right at that moment to hear my request. He stopped short and jumped in to answer.

Andrew seemed to take it as a personal offence that any ant would dare to encroach upon a guest's room! He refused to lend us a vacuum, stating that he would personally see the issue cared for. He asked a few more questions then sent us on our way.

By mid afternoon, Andrew asked the kind Grace to drive us up to our room and help pack us out of there. Andrew had never seen a swarm of aunts like he found there that day! He apologized all over himself for our experience.

Grace loaded us up and drove us to their Deluxe-level, hotel-room accommodations right in the heart of our meeting and eating areas, absolutely no driving needed for the rest of our stay! There was even a sweet gift basket and hand-written note of apology for our inconvenience, signed by several staff members. Then Nichole sweetly helped Grace unload our luggage from the tram to our room and rushed me to my next workshop via tram and even scheduled herself to be back to pick me up at the end of that session.

Behind the scenes reality!

Because we had only minutes to toss a week's worth of luggage into the new room (we had carefully unpacked it over about two hours for the first room), this is the crazy way we lived out the rest of the week, but you can sort of see the beautiful accommodation under our clutter.

We even had a private balcony!

That evening we had another chance to talk with Andrew, thank him for the amazing care and customer service, and explain to him our prior parking troubles and how we believed the ants to actually have been a direct answer to prayer because of the room change we would have never have dreamed asking for.

Look closely to see our reflection in the big chapel window.
We sat outside for services due to my neurological issues with loud music.
Andrew laughed, looked relieved to learn this amazing ant invasion had been supernatural, then explained that the camp has a policy not to ever reassign visitor room due to ants, but that when he discovered the copious volume we had encountered, he had explained the necessity to his boss and gotten our transfer pushed through. "Not only did you pray for ants, you prayed for enough ants!"



  1. Giggling as I read this account of your ants, remembering Corrie Ten Boom's account of the fleas keeping the guards away so they could have Bible Study in the concentration camp.

  2. I was so thankful to be with you, a friend who laughed with me over these ants at 1:00 am. We were so overcome with laughter as we kept discovering more ants, that we couldn't even speak at times, because we were doubled over in laughter. With a cranky roommate, this might have turned out very different. Blessed by you, Jenni! You're a great travel partner!