Dare to Be a Daniel

A favorite song I learned as a child was “Dare to Be a Daniel” by Philip P. Bliss. We would sing the chorus with emphasis and gusto, “DARE to be a Daniel, DARE to stand alone, DARE to have a purpose firm, DARE to make it known”.

My favorite Biblical person of faith is Daniel. His story is tragic and sad, but it is also a bigger story of triumph and faith as Daniel and his three friends remained faithful to God even when all their other peers did not.

The story of Daniel unfolds in the Old Testament book of Daniel. The first six chapters are the story of Daniel. The last six are visions and fascinating prophecies that God revealed to Daniel, some of which have been fulfilled and some will be at the end of time.

Daniel was a young lad in Judah, somewhere between the age of 16-18 when Nebuchadnezzar, king of Babylon, came to Jerusalem, laid siege and captured the city. The temple was ravished and Daniel along with thousands of other young lads and residents were taken captive back to Babylon, in the area of modern day southeastern Iraq.

The king instructed the master of his eunuchs, Ashpenaz, to bring some of the young Jewish boys who were good-looking, without blemishes, smart and gifted in wisdom, knowledge and learning to be brought to his palace and trained in the Babylonian language and literature for three years so that they could serve his kingdom. In reality, the king planned to reprogram, indoctrinate, brainwash and submerse these young Jewish boys into Babylonian culture and foreign gods. The king is very clever as he dangles power and prestige and for starters he ordered that they be fed the best food of the land, the king’s delicacies and given the royal wine which he drank. Nebuchadnezzar did not want these lads to think about or miss their homes or their God.

We do not know anything about Daniel’s family pedigree except that he was from the tribe of Judah and lived in or close to Jerusalem.  As the story of Daniel unfolds, it is obvious that he had godly parents who had taught him well and ingrained in him a strong faith in God. Daniel was well rooted in the faith of his fathers.

Daniel had three other godly friends; Hananiah, Misheal and Azariah. When these young lads realized what they were facing, together they made a decision. They purposed in their hearts that they would not defile themselves with the king’s food. You see, to eat the king’s food was a direct violation of God’s law. They were not to eat unclean food or food offered to idols. (More details about clean and unclean food is given in Leviticus 11).  There was a spiritual purpose for this. God wanted his people to consecrate themselves to Him and to be holy, for He is holy, to be a separate people from the evil culture from which they came. Daniel knew this and saw the trap. If he ate the food, he violated God’s law and was relinquishing his identity as one of God’s chosen people.

Daniel and his friends handled themselves very carefully and wisely and God gave them favor with the chief of eunuchs. Daniel went to him and asked for exception so that they did not defile themselves. The chief said no. He feared the king and was afraid for his life if the king found out. So, Daniel went to the steward of the chief and ask for a trial, a ten-day only veggie and water test, after which they could be judged on their appearance to see if they were as fit as the other lads. The steward agrees. Ten days they would have eat only vegetables and drink only water and then he would examine them. I can imagine that these lads spent much time facing Jerusalem praying to their God.

At the end of ten days, Daniel and his friends were healthier, fatter and had much better appearance than all the other young men. This had to be a miracle, a ten-day food miracle.  However, if you also consider what teen boys do when given unbridled liberties without parental restrictions, they go on unhinged binges of drinking and eating. It doesn’t take long for bloodshot eyes, puffy faces and loud, drunken behavior to manifest itself. The contrast between Daniel and his friends to the other Jewish lads was so distinct that the steward was willing to risk his head and let the boys continue their diet for the three full years.

The Bible says that God honored and blessed Daniel and his friends with knowledge, wisdom and skill in learning the Babylonian literature so that at the end of three years when they were brought to an interview before the king, the king noticed. He found them ten times better in wisdom and knowledge than all the magicians and astrologers who were in his realm.  The Bible simply says, “therefore they served before the king”.  They were given positions of honor, serving with influence before the king.   Daniel and his three friends had figured out how to make the best of a difficult situation, even though torn from their families and culture and resituated in a strange land, they did not compromise on the important aspects of their faith. The rest of the captive lads are never mentioned again. Later in the story, Daniel was still serving when Cyprus is king.  According to history, that would have made Daniel about 85 years old. Daniel was never able to return to his beloved homeland, but God used the life of this godly man in a heathen culture that literally affected the course of their time and history and still challenges Christians today. Incidentally, there is not one word of wrongdoing written about Daniel.

Daniel resolved, purposed, made a contract with his heart, mind and soul, to stay true to God’s word, even if it meant standing against his peers.

Daniel chose godly friends who encouraged, supported and stood with him.

Daniel chose obedience, not knowing the outcome, but simply trusted in his God.

Daniel had a simple, uncomplicated faith. A faith that says God watches, God cares, and God acts.

Daniel embraced his new situation with a positive outlook, a gracious, forgiving spirit and a creative, willing mind.

Daniel made friends with his captors and gained their respect and honor.

Even though their Hebrews names which spoke of the true God were changed to names reflecting the Babylonian gods, it did not change the hearts of these Jewish lads. There is a saying, “you can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy.”  Daniel was taken away from his homeland where God dwelt, but they could not take God out of Daniel.

For reflection…

How important are your roots, your faith, your knowledge of God?

What does it mean to live counter to the culture of our times?

Are you willing to stand for truth in the midst of an ungodly society?

Do you know what truth is?

Is there a difference between the desires of your life to the desires of those who do not know the Lord?

Some thoughts…

If you scorn your roots and foundation, on what will you build? If you build foundations only, you will have width and length, but no height or depth. Choose the foundation you will keep and build wisely upward. A tree without roots cannot grow or weather a storm.

When we let culture dictate our values, we become our own god, becoming a servant to our own standards.

What may appear to be a wrong decision according to our culture, may reveal itself to be wisdom.

It is easy to make a commitment, but it is another thing to keep that commitment. Genuine commitment is staying true to what you say you are going to do, even if you risk losing.

Several Bible verses…

Romans 12:2 “Be not conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is the good and acceptable and perfect will of God.”

Romans 13:14 “But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires.”

Proverbs 25:26 “Like a muddied spring or a polluted well is a righteous man who gives way to the wicked.”

A story from my faith journey…

When I was in the seventh grade, I left the security and comfort of a small rural elementary school for the big adventure and independence of middle school. I quickly found a good Christian friend, whose name was June, and adapted to the new routine, but lunch was a different experience.

Back in elementary school our teacher always prayed with us before we ate. Not here!  After several days of floundering over what to do, we happened to notice another student sit down at the table and bow his head and pray before eating. Conviction hit strong and June and I had a talk about what to do. We decided we had to do the same.  The next day we headed to the back corner of the cafeteria with our food tray and sat down at a table a long way from our peers. Just as we went to bow our heads, the door open and in came the principal and all his staff for lunch. We thought we were being brave by “hiding” when in fact we had just chosen a seat near the entrance door!!! God really had a sense of humor. We glanced at each other and with blushed faces bowed our heads and silently prayed. We didn’t talk much that day; it was a mixed feeling of embarrassment, relief, and insecurity.

The next day, just before the lunch hour, the principal came on the intercom and announced to the whole school that each day, a student would be asked to come to the office and pray over the intercom for the noon meal. I will never forget that experience and there is no doubt in my mind the principal saw us and being a Christian man himself, was convicted. One male student who quietly prayed alone, led to two girls praying, to a whole school openly praying for at least two years.



Barbecued Bear

A friend gave us a bear roast several weeks ago. I decided to freeze it until Christmas and make it a part of our Christmas festivities when the family was here. It would be something different and create conversation. You never know how people, especially young folks, will react to sometime like bear meat so I decided to keep it a secret and announce “after” they had eaten what it was. My plan worked great except the two boys did not take a serving. Ryan announced he doesn’t eat anything he doesn’t know what it is. Poor fellow. He missed out on a real treat.  Emily and Lauren responded with “they love bear meat”. Karla was the funniest. She rolled her eyes and responded with, “Grandma, I think I’m going to be sick”!!!  The food stayed down and she lived to see the light of the next day.  She did admit it was good when she didn’t know what it was.

The barbecue was very tasty.

If you are interested, here is how I fixed it.

I soaked the roast in salt water a few hours to help remove some of the game flavor and then put it in a roasting pan, covered with my brisket sauce, 1 cup chopped onions and baked at 325 for approximately 4 hours until it was fall apart tender. The leg roast weighed approximately 3 lbs.  It can also be done in a crockpot.

Brisket Sauce

Mix all ingredients together and pour over uncooked meat. This is enough to do a 3 lb. roast or brisket.

1 c. Water

3/4 c. Catsup

2 T. Brown Sugar

1/2 tsp. Chili Powder

1 tsp. Minced Garlic

1/2 tsp. Celery Salt

1/8 tsp. Black Pepper

1/4 c. Worcestershire Sauce

1 T. Vinegar

1/2 tsp. Dry Mustard

1/4 tsp. Red Pepper

1 T. Liquid Smoke (This is a very important ingredient and is found in the grocery store aisle by the Worcestershire Sauce)

1 tsp. Paprika

1 tsp. Salt

Note: the prepared meat with the sauce freezes excellent.

Two Good Samaritans

Gene hauled a load of feeder calves to the livestock sale in Harrisonburg today which is 130 miles away.  It’s his least favorite market to go to as it is the furthest from us and the further you go, the more opportunity there is for something to go wrong and he also has to cross the mountain which is a hard pull for the truck. Now, if anything is going to go wrong, it is when you haul a load of cattle.  He wanted to sell one more load of calves this year and it was the only market open this week, in between Christmas and New Year.

In preparation to hauling the calves, yesterday he checked his pickup and trailer and plugged a small leak on a tire on the trailer. This morning the tire was seemed fine and had held pressure overnight. On the road (interstate) about 45 minutes from home he felt an ominous vibration and thump, thump, thump. He started pulling off the road and a truck zoomed by pointing at his trailer. The tire had shredded.

After surveying the situation, he decided to limp to the exit just ahead at Hadensville.  He pulled into a small country store and asked the clerk if there was anyone around who could fix a tire. Yes, Walter. He lives just behind the station. She would call him.

It is 10 AM and Walter is just getting out of bed but yes, he could help and would be right there. While waiting for Walter to come, a SUV pulled in and Gene thought it was Walter. But this guy’s name was Roger. Roger lived about a mile up the road and he had a full shop on his place to work on his bulldozers, complete with everything a mechanic needed except for a tire changer. Walter soon appears and he thinks he has a tire that will fit.  After conversation between Walter and Roger, Walter goes to get the tire and Roger leads Gene to his shop. Roger had an impact wrench and air hydraulic jack and they soon had the shredded tire off.  Walter’s tire was on a rim and had to be manually removed with tire irons and hammers and put on our trailer rim. That was a job! At one point they had a chuckle about three “older” men (62,65,68) struggling to mount the tire but they got the job done.  They charged him $40 for the tire and handed him a business card that said “two retired men”!  It turns out that Walter has worked for Roger for years. As Gene got back on the road they said,  “If you have anymore trouble on the road, give us a call.”

Gene was very grateful for Walter and Roger, two super nice strangers, who were “good Samaritans” and took time to come his aid.




Pocket Treasures

A couple of weeks ago we were dressing to go to a funeral and Gene had to dust off his suit coat from the depths of the closet as he was one of the pallbearers. He doesn’t wear his coat much anymore as Sunday attire has gotten more informal. I started emptying his pockets and discovered numerous treasures which truly showed how seldom he wears the suit and how seldom he empties his pockets.

There were the funeral bulletins for Uncle Milford Hertzler in February of 1988,  Aunt Edna Hertzler in March of 1989, Uncle Arthur Hertzler in November of 1990 and Uncle Dewitt Heatwole in December 1993.  There was the high school graduation program and napkin for our son Keith in 1994 and a map to the wedding reception on the Annabel Lee River Boat for my first cousin Cathy Reed and Brian Yoder.  The directions were not dated. Cathy, when were you married? And finally there were two name cards, his and mine,  for a banquet table in Kauai (one of the Hawaii Islands) when we had earned a trip with Purina in 1992.

I don’t normally keep any of the above papers but now suddenly they seem like treasures because they feel like antiques! Funeral bulletins were definitely the most popular item he saved, probably because that was when he wore his suit.

Pocket trash or pocket treasure?


Field Trip to Virginia Dairies

We have guests/friends who are dairy farmers (Valter and Lida Medeiros) visiting this week from Bermuda and they wanted to see a dairy farm while they are here. We chose Cub Run Dairy owned by Gerald and Anita Heatwole of McGaheysville, VA for our field trip on Saturday.


The new dairy facility is complete with observation decks and conference rooms welcoming people and tour groups to visit.

The Heatwoles along with their son, Monte, milk over 600 cows and in the past several years have done extensive upgrades to their operation. It was a fascinating and amazing experience. I am a farm girl; raised on a dairy farm and married a dairy farmer. I know all about milking and feeding cows, bottle feeding baby calves, scraping the barnyard, computer monitoring and all the other too many to name chores on a farm. And yet I was absolutely stunned, fascinated and amazed at the advances in technology and the vast management requirements for such a large dairy. The most Gene ever milked was about 100 cows in a double four herringbone parlor which was “modern” in our time.  We went out of the dairy business in the mid-nineties.

Just a few pictures from our day.


A double-24 which means they milk 48 at a time. If I remember correctly, Gerald said it takes three persons about 1-1/2 hours. They milk three times a day.

This is the backside of the previous picture.


A neat view underneath the cows being milked. The cows and facilities were very clean.

Milking meters record the amount of milk each cow gives and the information is sent to an onsite computer.

Each cow wears a pedometer that records their steps. Increased activity signifies the cow is in heat and sends the information to a computer which alerts them that she is ready to be bred. Decreased activity can mean a cow is sick or injured.

Feeding time.

Cows have access to pastures when the weather permits. The cows were very contented, chewing their cud and enjoying the warm sunshine, all within view of the majestic Blue Ridge Mountains.



We were especially pleased to see they feed Purina Milk Replacer!


Combine coming in from harvesting soybeans.




Anita took us down the road about three miles to the second largest dairy in Virginia, Stoney Run Farm. They milk 2400 cows on a carousel, stopping only long enough each day to clean and disinfect the facility. Incredible. Here again the dairy was very clean and the cows were very contented.

The cows get on this ride without being forced. In fact, they were standing in line, on their own, and as soon as a cow got off, the next one was ready, anxious and pushing to get on.  Very few cows dropped manure on the ride which was amazing to us. Those of us who know cows, know how often they drop their piles of manure!! They just chewed their cud, looked around and smiled as they enjoyed the ride.

The technology used in farming is amazing and the management skills and capital needed, staggering.  Most people have no idea what it takes for food to get from the farm to the table. If you ever get a chance to visit a farm, do so. I suspect it will increase your admiration for our hardworking men and women who love their animals and occupation with a passion. The Heatwoles’ are a true working farm with three generations; grandparents, parents and grandkids all working together and loving it.


Phoebe Ranck’s Stuffing Recipe

This is Phoebe’s recipe. You can either stuff the turkey or bake in a 2 qt. casserole dish which is my preference. To me, stuffing the bird and then digging the stuffing out is not worth the effort.

Saute together:

1 c. chopped celery

1 chopped onion (I use white onion)

1/2 c. melted butter

Mix together and add:

1 tsp. salt

2 eggs, beaten

3 cups of milk

1/4 tsp. pepper

Cube one small loaf of bread and mix together with above mixture.

Bake 1 hour at 325 degrees.  This is my preference of baking-a little lower temperature, a little longer but below is Phoebe’s recommendation.

You can always add mushrooms or chestnuts if so desired.

Serves 8.

The note on my card from Phoebe says, “Stuff the fowl or put in baking dish and bake 30-40 minutes at 350 degrees (until lightly browned). I usually stuff the bird and wrap the rest in foil, seal edges tightly, and lay in the oven with the turkey.

Our Testimony of God’s Faithfulness and Victory in the Fight.



Over the Thanksgiving season, our Pastor asked three couples to share their testimonies: Thankfulness in the Ordinary, Thankfulness in the Fight and Thankfulness in the Victory. We were asked to share about the lost of our two children for the later. Here it is, written as we shared it or you may listen to it on the church web site.  http://www.pmchurch.net/multimedia-archive/testimony-thankfulness-victory/  (Note it takes 24 seconds for the tape to start playing).


40 years ago, we were in the midst of starting our family. We wanted four children and God blessed us with four. Two, Keith and Jill, are living and here today with their spouses and children (our grandchildren). Two other children, Karla and Greg, died at the tender age of 5 and 7 months from a genetic disease (SMA or at that time was called Werdnig Hoffman Disease). SMA is a cruel disease. The nerves that join the spinal cord die and whatever movement they control the muscle deteriorates. Their arms and legs are limp and it affects their swallowing and breathing. Because we carried the most acute stage, the symptoms appear at or shortly after birth and their lifespan is one year.


Our first child, a son, was born kicking and making his presence known in the world with gusto. Keith was a very energetic young fellow with unlimited energy. Fifteen months later Karla was born. She was a very contented, thumb sucking, little angel who would lie in her bassinet or sit in an infant seat for hours just sucking her thumb and watching me work. She rarely cried.


When Karla was about 3 months old, we started becoming concerned about the lack of development and movement. We shared it with the pediatrician and he monitored her for the next several weeks. He decided we needed to go see a neurologist. A week before the appointment to the specialist, we ran into a medical crisis when Karla developed pneumonia and a lung collapsed at home. I well remember that drive to St. Mary’s Hospital. We decided it was quicker to just go than wait on an ambulance. Gene drove very fast and we ran red lights (of course the traffic was different then) and got to the hospital in record time. Gene dropped me off at the emergency room door as he parked and when I blurted to the receptionist that Karla was having breathing problems things happened NOW. Amazingly, the specialist on call that night was the same specialist from MCV that we had an appointment with the following week-Mr. Myers. Before the evening was over our world was rocked. We were dealing with a fatal, no-survivor, no-cure disease with a life sentence of less than a year. They transferred her to MCV where she was in intensive care for the next three weeks before passing away.



We were taught and believed that God does not allow more in our life than we can handle. At the age of 27 that belief was tested with Karla’s diagnosis and the difficult journey we faced was full of unknowns. But as our families, friends and church family learned the shocking news, they offered comfort and support.

I remember Art and Phoebe Ranck were especially dear to us. They too had buried an infant daughter under difficult circumstances. They understood and cared for us with love. We remember one verse that they shared with us during that time from Deuteronomy 33:27, “And underneath are the everlasting arms.” Even in the midst of deep testing and difficulty, God’s arms were there to hold us tight.

At that time PMC was still a young church-12 years old. There was no cemetery. The church came together to build a cemetery knowing that the first to be buried would be their youngest, a baby.

During this time my prayer was simple, I asked for grace, God’s grace to make it through each day. God provided. I believed in healing but I also wanted to be able to accept the outcome whatever it might be. Our difficulty would not magically disappear, we had to walk the dark path of sorrow and grief, but God was with us just as the Psalmist exclaimed, “Yea, though I walk through the valley, you are with me.” (Psalms 23:4)


Looking back it is so beautiful to us how God provided the people we needed at the time we needed. Doris Ranck was especially dear to me with daily phone calls. Sheila Schaefer and Janis Ranck babysat many hours.

At one point during Karla’s illness, MCV was doing what medical facilities do, prepare the family for taking their loved one home. This was a big deal. Karla literally needed round the clock care; suctioning equipment, heart monitor, oxygen, and feeding tube. I am not a nurse, but they started teaching me to do all those things. It was overwhelming. Doris helped us work through what all that meant and what it was going to look like. I had an energetic little boy that needed a mommy. This was a time of almost overwhelming pressure and hopelessness. In the midst of this, our local family doctor here in Powhatan, Dr. Bradley called. You have to know that Powhatan was very different in those days. People in the community knew each other. There was one doctor and we all knew him as a friend. He was not Karla’s doctor, she had a pediatrician, but he was ours and he had heard about what we were going through and one evening called to chat and offer his comfort and encouragement. I poured (actually, cried out my heart) to him. He listened and then he said, “Karla needs a nurse, Keith needs a mommy. You and Gene must take care of yourselves and Keith.” That call was God sent. It was words of hope and care and offered the wisdom we needed. The next day we informed the hospital that we could not bring her home. The weight that lifted from our shoulders was huge. We were so grateful for God’s care.

Karla spent three weeks in intensive care at MCV. The bill was $5000.00 total and we did not have insurance. It looked overwhelming to us. Someone “mysterious” paid our funeral expenses and Crippled Children’s Hospital wrote off the bill. I had a friend in Harrisonburg who during revival meeting at her church during this time felt God impress on her heart to give us her quarter collection. It weighed 8 lbs.  It was almost more than we could bear to accept even in our time of need. You see, she was a “widow” living alone because her husband had deserted her on the mission field for another woman and had also turned her four children against her. God taught us humility in receiving in a most precious way.  Before I was married, I had helped them in their move back to the states.


The Sunday Karla died, Pat and I were at the hospital all day and needed to come home to do some chores and touch base with Keith. He had been at the Rancks all day. Art and Phoebe decided to take us back into MCV. We knew Karla was quickly going downhill but when we saw her several hours later we realized Karla was in big trouble and the end was near. We debated and wrestled with whether to stay the night. I needed to be home to milk in the morning and we had a young toddler at home. The hospital insisted we go home that she probably would not die that night. When we got home and walked in the house, Doris, who was here with Keith, was on the phone with MCV and they were telling us to come back. We headed back to Richmond. Just as we passed Flatrock a car came racing up behind us with lights flashing. It was Art. He pulled alongside and flagged us over. As we were going out the lane, MCV had called again. Art brought us the news. Our Karla was gone.

After Karla’s death, we were faced with the difficult decision about future children, remember we wanted four children. There was a 1 in 4 chance on each pregnancy that this could show up again. We decided to take the risk and leave it in God’s hands. We had found His grace to be sufficient and trusted Him with our future. A year later God blessed us with a healthy baby girl, Jill.


I dealt with a lot of fear during the pregnancy, at times almost more than I could bear. You see, I analyzed every movement in the womb  and compared to the previous pregnancies even though the movements felt strong. We didn’t know to have that worry with Karla. We didn’t know we had a genetic issue. When Jill was born and the nurse lifted her onto the scales, Gene pronounced her healthy. He said, “There is nothing wrong with this baby.” She was healthy, and we never worried after that.

After a healthy daughter, we decided to try again. Again, it was so hard not to worry, analyze and fear the unknown. When Greg was born, Gene was silent. I noticed. The doctor pronounced him healthy but the next few days I was consumed with fear. I watched and analyzed Greg’s every movement. We just didn’t think there was enough strength in his legs and by the time we left the hospital we were very concerned even though the doctor assured us differently. We struggled…..Was God preparing us for what was ahead or the devil binding us to fear. In the midst of the battle, you can’t tell. Stress and fear became boulders in our path. It was a real battle we were fighting. I put verses in the kitchen window and played uplifting hymns. We prayed. We knew God’s love, experienced His care and trusted His faithfulness.  We had to go through it and no one could walk it for us. But we pulled into ourselves. We could not bring ourselves to share with the church what we were fearing we knew.  The Rancks, Pastor Steve and our families knew but beyond that we chose to suffer in silence.

I remember one Sunday standing in the library doorway out in the hallway with Greg and listening to the lively chatter of visiting people. A feeling of overwhelming loneliness swept over me. Pastor Steve began working with us on how to share it with you, our church family. When Greg was six weeks old we dedicated him to the Lord and then Pastor Steve shared with you, the church. I remember the church gathering around, laying hands and praying for us. I cannot begin to tell you the relief we felt that morning. I cried buckets-all day. My family was also here that Sunday. Now, you knew. The burden was shared. The overwhelming load that crushed us was gone. We had brothers and sisters who loved us and were now standing in the gap for us. Even though the road ahead would be extremely difficult, and it was going to be our personal journey to walk, we had supporters, encouragers to help carry the load.


Once again, I found myself asking for grace to survive this journey. We knew what was ahead, but we didn’t know how it would all play out. There were many doctors’ visits and medical decisions. This ordeal was very different from Karla. From the time we knew she was ill it was three weeks and she then was in the hospital. But with Greg, it was nine months of pregnancy plus seven months of living, most of which was at home under our care.

He became very attached to Pat and if someone else tried to hold him or he became stressed, he instantly developed respiratory distress. Four times he stopped breathing and we thought he was gone and too many times to count he went into serious respiratory distress.


One time he stopped breathing while I was in the house alone with Keith and Jill. He would get mucus plugs. I yelled out the door for Gene (this was before the time of cell phones) and fortunately Gene was nearby. He immediately came to the house. Greg’s breathing had stopped, his eyes had glassed over and set. There was no pulse. Gene went to the phone to make the call and Greg started spluttering and breathing again. Another time Gene was combining on Rocky Ford Rd. at Watt Flippo’s. Again, I thought I had lost him. I called Doris and said, “He’s gone. I need Ed to go get Gene.” Ed quickly brought Doris over and went to find Gene. Again, he revived.

Another time Dorcas Schaefer took me to the pediatrician’s as it was not safe for me to take Greg by myself. Doris also went along as she had an appointment for Jon Michael who was sick. As we were walking out the door of the doctors after his appointment, Greg coded again. The entire office rushed to my aid and this time the doctors got to see the reality of what we were dealing with.

Several weeks later he ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. At the time, Ed and Doris were going through a lot of medical issues with their baby and they ended up in the same hospital several days before Greg. We had the same pediatrician and he knew we were close friends. When Greg was admitted, we were put on the same floor two doors from the Rancks. Dr. Abernathy went to Doris and said, I was going to let you go home today but can we just keep you here another day? I want you here for Pat. We knew we had a good doctor, but God showed us he had also provided us with a doctor with compassion. While in the hospital he coded again.

I had to learn to tube feed and suction. Remember, I was not a nurse and it is not much fun learning on your own child. When I got home and had to stand in front of my child and actually stick the tube I was holding up his nose and guide it into his stomach and not his lungs was daunting. I could not do it. Betty Hertzler came and help me change his tube. After a few times I did learn to do what I thought I could not do. God gave me strength.


I lived with a huge knot in my stomach. There were times when I was physically sick because of the mental stress. There were many times when we put Greg to bed not knowing if he would be alive in the morning. We didn’t know when a mucus plug would be the one that would cause his death.

People cared for us in so many ways. Rosalie came one day just to be with Pat. Many babysat Keith and Jill. One day Bob Hertzler came over when I was plowing and said, “When you can’t go anymore, call me. I know someone who will come and finish. At 11 a.m. Bobbie came.

Another time Ron Moyer, Dave Moyer, Bill Schaefer and Ed Ranck showed up with their tractors and helped me do some field work. Pat’s folks came numerous times to help on the farm and with the children.


One day when Greg was about three months old, Six-year old Keith was watching as I dressed Greg. Keith said, “Why does Greg’s chest look like that? Is that why he doesn’t breathe right?” I realized the time had come, Keith had to be told. We were waiting on him to ask questions. I explained that Greg was sick and couldn’t breathe right. Keith asked a lot of questions; would he get better, couldn’t we just push his chest back out with our hands, would he get to be a big man and still not be able to move? I quietly and honestly answered each question. Then he said, “that makes me so sad I could cry”. I told him it made me sad also and hugged him tight as he sobbed and sobbed. Then he had many more questions: Couldn’t the doctors give him a shot to make him better, when will he die, does he have the same thing as Karla, will he (Keith) die, how will Greg get to heaven, will Jesus take him to heaven, can he move in heaven. It was a teachable moment and God gave me the words.

Another time I overheard Keith and Jill playing. Keith made comment of someplace he wanted to go and three-year old Jill said, “we can’t, not until Greg dies.”

Our children were also suffering, hurting and observing. They learned at a tender age that life is not fair. They learned about the fragility of life and the reality of heaven.

 I had a friend who kept pushing God can heal-if we just have enough faith. This is a difficult thing to discern. It became a test of my faith in God. I knew that Greg’s disease was fatal and there were no survivors. I also believed that God can and does heal. It is a difficult spiritual quandary.

One day I laid Greg on the kitchen table and took Keith and Jill with me to the barn to get a gallon of milk. I was gone maybe 5 mins. Now what you need to understand is, Greg was four months old and he could not move. He could not turn his head from side to side when laying on his back. He had never lifted his head or even attempted to roll over. He could not kick his feet. He was basically a floppy rag doll. The table had a vinyl tablecloth on it, so it was not slippery. When I got back to the kitchen, Greg was on the floor, crying and gasping for breath. The chair was pulled out in an angle from the table as if he fell onto the chair first. I picked him up. There were no cuts, bruises or broken bones. The tablecloth us undisturbed. There was no humanly way possible for what just happened to have happened. In that instant, I felt God say to my heart. “Now, can you have that kind of faith in me?” I did. I knew that God could heal and I began praying for a miracle for him to heal my baby, if it was his will. I did not know if God would choose to heal Greg. The important thing was that I had knew he COULD. I do not know how Greg got on the floor, but you will never convince me it was by earthly means.


Greg died on a Sunday morning. We knew when we got him up that he was in serious trouble. This time was different. Pat called Dr. Abernathy and asked what we should do. He said, “If you bring him in to the office, I will have to admit him to the hospital. If you want to keep at home, I have calls I need to make at the hospital, but I am available to the phone if you need to talk.” He told us what to expect and talked to us about heaven. We called Pastor Steve and he came over on his way to church. When he saw our situation, he made a quick call to Sam Powell Sr. who was church council chairman and told him to make other arrangements for the service. Sam nabbed Louie Burkholder as he came in the church. Louie was to teach the men’ s class so Wally Schaefer took his place. Louie went into the pastor’s study and by the end of Sunday School came out with a sermon on prophecy and it was said he even went 10 minutes overtime! Around 9:30 a.m. I was holding Greg in the rocking chair when he stopped breathing in my arms.

We were worried that death would be a frantic and scary experience. But as we together held Greg and each other, it was a holy moment. It is a moment when heaven touches earth.

The day after the funeral, the huge knot in my stomach went way.


When Pastor Bill asked us to share several weeks ago, our first thought was, this happened 40+ years ago. This past week I pulled out my journal-I had written in it every day. I became totally absorbed in our story almost as if it was a new story. I could not lay it down. Each day I had written of the struggle, questions, fears, and stress. But each day woven like gold threads on a tapestry were verses and testimony of God’s provision, love and care through people.  There was so much I had forgotten but it all came flooding back.  This was our story and it deeply affects who we are today.

There is so much more we could share. So many more stories we could tell.  And although 40 years old, it is a part of our present story. We have never forgotten the faithfulness of God, we still walk in it. We have never forgotten the peace that passes all understanding. We have never forgotten the meaning of “love, support and care” from others. We have never forgotten what it means to stand on our faith in God even when we didn’t know the answers, the going was tough, the next day looked insurmountable and we didn’t know the future. And yet we could trust that it would be ok even if it did not work out like we dreamed or desired. Jude challenges us “to contend earnestly for the faith”. (Jude 3) An enduring faith comes through challenge and severe testing.

Sometimes it pays to look around. Look at what others are dealing with. We discovered we were so grateful we didn’t have to walk some other paths. We found God’s grace was sufficient for what we needed, every day. We found great comfort in knowing our children could only live a year. If we had stage 4 of the disease instead of stage 1 we could have two wheelchairs sitting here in the sanctuary today with two severely handicapped children. Our lives would have been so different. We are so grateful that is not the case.

Through the years God has brought numerous people into our lives that were ours to help, ours to love, ours to stand with in difficult circumstances and ours to comfort through the deaths of their children.

The Worship Team lead a song, “Victory in Jesus”. I love that song. Our victory is in Jesus. It doesn’t matter what you are going through; sickness, marriage tensions, job lost, financial difficulties, depression, disappointments, or infertility. These are all earthly trials and they are real. The struggle and fight are the same. Our earthly struggle is ongoing. We want to close with the words of a song that passionately proclaims the victory in the midst of the fight. I pray that each of you will experience that God is faithful, that Jesus heals our broken spirits, and there is victory in the fight.


Does Jesus Care

By Frank E. Graeff


Does Jesus care when my heart is pained, too deeply for mirth and song.

As the burdens press, and the cares distress and the way grows weary and long.


Does Jesus care when my way is dark with a nameless dread and fear?

As the daylight fades into deep night shades, does He care enough to be near?


Does Jesus care when I’ve tried and failed to resist some temptation strong;

When for my deep grief, I find not relief, tho’ my tears flow all the night long?


Does Jesus care when I’ve said “good-bye” to the dearest on earth to me,

And my sad heart aches till it nearly breaks-Is it aught to Him? Does He see?


Oh, yes, He cares, we know He cares! His heart was touched with our grief.


When the days were weary, the long nights dreary,


We knew our Savior cared.


Today…..we are so blessed and grateful for His loving kindness to our family.


Bald Eagles

The last two days Gene has been seeing a pair of bald eagles flying around the farm. This is so exciting and we are hoping that they are calling this home.

Yesterday afternoon Gene called me as he was feeding cows and said he was pretty sure he was seeing Bald Eagles. They were perched in a tree down along the woods and wondered if I could see them from the house.  I couldn’t, so I grabbed my shoes, coat and camera and drove the car down the driveway towards “the back 40” to get a closer view. By the time I got there, they had circled and were gone.

This morning while he was feeding the cows he spied them again. This time they were in the field directly behind the house, about halfway to the feed bunk. I was able to pull them in with my camera and get some pictures. I discovered they were eating something dead. It looked like a small calf or deer. Since what they were eating was already dead and there was nothing he could do about that, he let them be while he got ready for church.  Before leaving for church,  he drove down to see what it was. It was a Red Fox! We wonder if they nabbed him trying to cross the field or if he died as he was crossing.

I don’t know if there is a down side to having them hanging around but right now if feels very special.

I hope I can get some clearer and closer pictures of these majestic birds. (This was a shot of about 500 ft. which is amazing for a camera).

A google search revealed some interesting facts on Bald Eagles. They nest in the winter. Their nest can be 5-9 feet wide and 15 feet deep weighing up to 2 tons!  Wow. We should be able to spot that nest in a tree if they choose to call this home.

11 Interesting facts on Bald Eagles in Virginia.

American Bald Eagles

At My Mercy!


This afternoon I was in the house working when I got a call from Gene on his cell phone. “I need you to come down here and set up our ladder. It fell.”

Gene and Tim were doing a “get ready for winter” project….. putting a roof over the creep feeder to give the calves some shelter and keep the area from getting so muddy.

Both men were up on the roof and the ladder slid away.  I could “smell” a story!!  I grabbed my camera and as I hopped on the golf cart to go the rescue, I was contemplating the smart remark I was going to make!!! I rather liked the idea that I had them at my mercy!!!

There is Gene perched on the corner of the structure. He reminded me of a cat in the tree trying to figure out how to come down!!! I pulled out my camera and snapped a picture. “I need a new dress and a new car,” I quipped!

I heard Gene say to Tim, “What did I tell you, we are going to be fodder material tonight.” Now what I would liked to have heard is the conversation they had before they called me. I guess they can be glad for cell phones or they might have missed supper and had to spend the night on the roof! I also bet there were some cute pictures I didn’t get of them peeking over the edge trying to figure their way out of their predicament.

I had to get one last parting shot (picture).


It was so fun to have them at my mercy!


I love the beauty of fall; the smell of wood smoke in the air, the crisp, damp evening air, geese honking as they fly in V formation overhead, swarms of starlings flying in a haphazard but well orchestrated pattern, the musty smell of colorful, falling leaves, beautiful spider webs that pop up overnight, colorful sunsets, and the list could go on and on.

This post is just some pictures I have taken, trying to catch autumn’s beauty even though the leaves are not as colorful this year.

Morning dew on an overnight spider web built on my golf cart.

The James River





Spider webs in an unused portion of the chicken house. They formed almost overnight!


Deer 50 feet from the house.




Sunrise from my kitchen window.

Sunset from my front door.

Pecans from our trees.


Years ago I ordered a dogwood tree, thinking I was getting our state tree. It turned out to be similar but different.  In the spring the flowers have a greenish hue to them and in the fall the tree is loaded with soft red balls. I have recently discovered it is the Kousa Dogwood and the fruit is edible!!! I have not tried it but I do enjoy the uniqueness of it’s beauty.

Fall decorations and communion service at church.



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