Starting October 25 of 2011, "InfertilityMom," 39-year-old Jennifer Saake (founder of Hannah's Prayer Ministries), experienced 6 strokes, all due to vertebral dissection at a chiropractic office. The largest two strokes were brain stem and cerebellum bleeds. Jenni remained hospitalized until nearly Christmas 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 (please read more and watch short video). Jenni is now walking (with a cane or wheeled walker), has recovered much eye-sight, some hearing, partial use of her hands, cares for most of her own personal/toiletry needs, and is currently writing three books, maintains multiple blogs, and stays active on both Facebook and Pinterest. Near the five-year recovery mark, Jenni has renewed her pre-stroke excitement about the unique Lilla Rose hair Flexi eight jewelry she sells and has finally regained enough hand/arm function to regularly use! (The biggest ongoing losses at the 4 1/2-year point of recovery are left-side nerve pain, inability to drive, loss of homeschool teaching capability, significant sound processing issues (often triggering nausea), and some profound physical ability limitations such as a limp, balance challenges, clumsy use of right hand and only large motor function in left hand.) Here is her resume.

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 equipts you to send any monetary assistance as well, this is a significant added blessing.

Jenni is clinging to God's grace through the entire experience. Here is her unfolding story, documented in her own words (typing with only her right hand), as she perceives it happening in real time, messy, honest and to the glory of God...

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Christmas Jar

A lady from our Thursday morning women's Bible study hospitality team came to my small group study room as we were packing up after Women in the Word this morning.

She carried a red Christmas bag with my name neatly typed on the label. "This was left on the counter of the common area for you today."

Confused, I reached for the bag. It was HEAVY. She sat it down on the table for me and walked away.

At first I thought someone brought me homemade pickles. Yum! What a fun surprise treat.

It wasn't pickles! "I don't even attend this church on Sundays!" I had the overwhelming emotion of tears (but they did not come).

Wow! I bet there's 20 or 30 dollars in there!

A couple hours later, I had a chance to open the jar, and again be startled. A crisp $20 bill lay just under the lid, atop all that change!

All told, the jar contained $74.85!

Not one scrap of identifying information, nothing even containing handwriting, was to be found.

My 16 year old has given me 15 more cents because he wanted me to have an even $75.

I'm humbled, thankful, overwhelmed, stunned.

I've been wrestling with God this week over my desire to attend Mt. Hermon, specifically not knowing where the finances would come from. I had an area I was really pushing and God kept shutting the door. I still don't know His plan for next April, but this Christmas Jar was an amazing reminder that God sees, hears and cares!

Isaiah 53:1-3
Who has believed our message?
To whom has the Lord revealed his powerful arm?
My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot,
like a root in dry ground.
There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance,
nothing to attract us to him.
He was despised and rejected—
a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.
We turned our backs on him and looked the other way.
He was despised, and we did not care.

"Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain. 
Leave to thy God to order and provide, 
who through all changes faithful will remain. 
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly, Friend 
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end."