Update: The In Darkness Sing blog at JenniferSaake is experiencing prolonged technical issues, so I'm temporarily posting back here on my old Stroke of Grace blog. (You will notice many typos in older posts. I intentionally never corrected them, as they helped document my cognitive abilities at various stages of recovery.)

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. Jennifer 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 wheelchair-bound and needing 24-hour care. At 5 years, 7 months, God clarified Jennifer's theology on healing and showed how He was writing her story from the beginning.

Jennifer is currently writing more books and stays active on Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter. 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. (Please see temporary update note above!)

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."