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.

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Singing In The Rain and Building Platforms

We don't get a ton of rain in Reno.

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When it does rain, it rarely pours.

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There were about 2 1/2 really rainy days during our conference, thankfully all falling after we were in our new room, so that made things easier to navigate!

Just drizingly.
 I had to get about as far as our patio was to these cars to get from our building to the coffee shop across the street.
During the hardest downpour of the weekend, I had a meeting with what I considered to be the most important editor to consider my particular project, at the conference.

I was quite a sight trying to push my walker while carrying the pretty pink umbrella Debbie had loaned me, in the pounding deluge, with only one arm that was truly strong enough to do either job well. I repeatedly tried switching arms back and forth to see what combination worked most effectively.

When the umbrella was in the left hand, it waved wildly, my wrist unable to support the weight of the handle, offering little protection from the elements. When my left was my walker-push arm, I made very little forward progress whatsoever. That short walk across the street seemed like it took 15 minutes and I feared I would be late to my appointment.

I eventually settled on a sort of shuffle movement that allowed me to do the bulk of the walker pushing with my upper legs and try to guide the walker, steering with my left hand, freeing my right arm to ward off the falling skies. About 10 feet from the coffee shop door, as a hill got the better of me and my shuffle-push was no longer proving effective, someone spotted me and escorted me the rest of the way under her umbrella.

I arrived to my appointment breathless, disheveled, chilled (that hot co-co splurge after my appointment sure tasted good!), but fairly dry (at least on the outside, for I was sweaty and sticky under my clothes, from humidity and exertion, though my hands were nearly blue from the chill. Bubbles (walker) did not fair as well. She was sopping wet and her padded seat cushion soaked completely through its cover.

Great news. She [the editor, not my walker] loved my writing.

Bad news, I don't have a big enough "platform" or general name recognition yet (outside of infertility and loss circles) that her publishing house is ready to invest in me.

In 100 years of history, there were 40,000 books published in the English language.

In the NEXT 10 years, as personal computing took hold of our culture, there were 40,000 books published in the English language.

Every single year since then, with the mainline useage of self publication methods, there have been between 1 to 2 MILLION books published in the English language EACH YEAR.

When Hannah's Hope first went to press, 11 years ago, you wrote a book and that became your platform, your credit to start doing public speaking on the topic in which you had already proven your expertise.

Now, you must build a large platform in order for a traditional publisher to even seriously consider looking at your work, no matter how much merit your story holds. Looks like I have a lot of work to do!



  1. Where was I when you couldn't get across the street in the rain???
    I'm praying for your platform!

    1. I think you were headed to another appointment of your own! Or maybe a much-needed nap??? All's good! :D