Confessions of Dreams Come True......

   Today Mother was cleaning out her room and found my journal from 2006. I spent quite a while reading it and discovered two things. 1. My handwriting, however bad it is right now, was actually worse. 2. God has brought me so far and brought so many dreams of mine to live.

   I just wanted to take this time to say Thank You to all of y'all. Thank you for everything you've ever done for me. Thank you for never giving up on me as I've grown through the years. I know I must've been rather annoying and frustrating at times but you still believed in me and knew God had a plan.

   With God all things ARE possible. Those were just words to me before but now they're really coming to life for me. In the pages of my old journal, there is a dream and desire recorded for all to see. My dream was to one day work on movies for the glory of God. And that dream is coming true.

   This summer, I got to work on "Indescribable". "Indescribable" is the hymn history behind the song, "The Love of God". It was an amazing adventure and God taught me so much, This movie was Joseph and Stacie's first project and first of many, hopefully. Stacie was the Director and Joseph, Screenplay Writer, Producer, and 1st AD.

   Jonathan also had a part in the film as a horse wrangler and actor. He played the part of Bennie, Mama Ellie's son. Mama Ellie being played by our own very dear mother.

   I was your very own Behind The Scenes director and made a BTS video for each week of production which you will see on the DVD. The videos were donors eyes only during production but were be released to the public later. This film was a great learning experience for me. I learned basic lighting skills, how to use and operate two editing programs (Adobe Premier and Sony Vegas), and much, much more about the many wrinkles one runs into with film making. I know that this was a huge step up for me and that God has more in store for me. I am determined to use my new found skills to further His kingdom. I have already acquired a job directing and producing a small political ad for Kyle Gresinger, candidate for Speaker of the House, Patriot Academy 2013.

   To be there and see the action. To see my dream unfold before my eyes in a project that was bigger than I could ever imagine was truly breathtaking. I hope that all of y'all are will enjoy "Indescribable" when it premieres sometime next year. I know that God has already used it to change lives and I pray that more will be changed.For more pictures of "Indescribable", visit our fan page on Facebook.

   Another thing I want to add is that my handwriting is really improving. :)  I've really been working on it. God has brought some many things to my attention this summer. Things that still need working on and improving so that I will become even more affective in His great plan for my life. And He you used you guys most of all. They say that "Family is like sandpaper. It grinds you down till you're a smooth finished piece." Let us continue to storm hell's gates and ride for the King of Heaven and Earth. 

Following His Star,

            Dorcas

   

P.S.

  Keep Dreaming! God has a plan for you and one day, when we are gathered around the throne I want to hear 'Well done, good and faithful servant" not "Well, I had a plan but you just quit dreaming and stayed in your comfort zone"..... God can't use us if we don't take that first step of faith.

"Where there is no vision, the people perish..."

Proverbs 29:18

Keep The Vision Alive!

In Memory of Mary D. (Borntreger) Borntrager

This is posted for Rebecca:

Today it is 46 years that my mother died after 9 days in the hospital. We didn't know she had cancer till she was in the hospital. She left 10 children with the oldest being 18 and the youngest 3 of which I was 10.

Christmas Food Memories

Hey ya'll! It's time to make the Graber Family Cookbook a reality. I talked to Pops, Mamaw and Ruth and they all said that it's fine for me to go ahead and get the ball rolling. I'm not "making" the cookbook, I'm just helping the family get it done. :-) The cookbook is going to include food-related memories shared by the family. So I guess we'll start with Christmas! Post your fond food-related memories of our family's Christmas's, please. Keep it short, like a paragragh. Thanks! Make it fun and be nice!
Warning: Anything you post, can and will be used in your favor in The Graber Family Cookbook! You do not have the right to remain silent!

What The Shepherd Saw

Here is the trailer for What the Shepherd Saw, You guys are the first to see it!

Thanksgiving 2010

Mother's Day Memories

As I was wishing all my friends on Twitter who are mothers a happy Mother's Day this morning, I realized that it has been 41 years this summer that my mother went on to be with the Lord.

One of the memories that I have of her is when I was yet a very young fellow and we lived there in Middlebury. I must have done something bad, I can not remember what, but there must have been some lying involved. She preached to me the sins of lying and how people who lie will go to the lake of fire and burn forever. She preached it so well that I remember later that afternoon still watching behind me, expecting that anytime now the car with the guys who would haul me off to that lake of fire would show up and it would be over.

One time I was perhaps slow in following some command and again, I can not remember what it was. She was making popcorn and I really liked popcorn and of course wanted some. She did not let me have any until I had completed the task, then she made a big popcorn bowl just for me.

And of course the Monday when I was perhaps around 4 or 5. We had just had church at our house the day before and there were left overs from the church dinner, including some cold coffee in a big kettle (like a 10 qt or something). I saw the coffee and decided that I really wanted some and that it would be good, very good in fact. I tried to convince her but at first she refused to let me have any. Suddenly she changed her mind, said that I could have some, poured me a cup and then taunted me after I had taken one taste about why I was not drinking the coffee. She was not a coffee drinker and I am sure she thought this cured me. Sorry, Mama, but I like my coffee hot. And if you were here today, you would have enjoyed a hot cup yourself. How grand that would have been. To share that cup together with Mama and our family on this glorious Mother's Day of 2010.

At least we have the memories.

Remembering My Father: Fernandis R. Graber

Three years ago this month I found myself standing in a little Amish cemetery near La Grange, Indiana and watching while my father was being lowered into his grave and then covered with the earth to which we all shall return one day. It was a day of mixed feelings for me as well as for my brothers and sisters.

Dad had been born in Middlebury, Indiana 78 years earlier in the early years of the Great Depression. He had married my mother in 1951. Then he, along with mother, served in Terre Haute, Indiana in the IW or Conscientious objector program. Six and a half years after their marriage I was born and was the only child till more than ten years later when my sister arrived in 1968. Three and a half years before she was born we had left both dad and my childhood home of Middlebury, Indiana and moved to Missouri. Mother had suffered with cancer before my sister was born and was in remission but sometime after that it all came back and she passed away in 1969 just days after my sister's first birthday. Dad married again in 1970 to Suvilla Stutzman who stepped right in and took on the job of raising us and being the help meet she was meant to be. Sister Ruby was born in 1971 and Vernon joined us in 1972. In 1973 we moved back to Michigan (and I say back, because for Dad it was going back closer to his childhood home) where LeAnna was born. Four years of living in Michigan and we moved to La Grange County, Indiana where Irene and Henry were born. This place on 400W in La Grange County became the old home place for Dad's family, even though I left home and married later that year. Dad eventually built a Doddy house there and Henry moved into the big house when he was married to Leah and they took over the farm from Dad. Here in LaGrange County, less than 15 miles from his childhood home, Dad lived out his years.

So there I was, with most of my family around me, on a cold day in February 2007, watching as the era of Dad's life here on earth came to a close. I remembered standing at another grave hundreds of miles away on a hot August day in 1969 when my mother was being lowered into the grave. I remembered so many things that had happened over the years in my life that had involved Dad. I remembered a year earlier when my Uncle Ora had passed on and Dad was there, on a wheelchair, to witness the events. It was a bitter cold day in Bronson, Michigan where that funeral was held in someone's workshop and Dad was very cold. I was able to spend several hours with him and Mom the next morning before heading back to Detroit in my rental car and flying back home to Texas, never seeing him alive again. But it was a very good visit. We talked about things from over the years and dad recounted memories he had. We talked like we hadn't talked in years. I remembered when we had left the Amish in Montana years earlier. Dad had protested in his way. He didn't like it. But eventually he accepted it. Accepted it to a point. And there, that morning, around the kitchen table in Dad's house, we for the first time in years, had a wonderful time together. Right now I can't remember much that we talked about. But that doesn't matter right now.

But standing there beside his grave that morning, I was flooded with a flood of memories. Memories that are still coming back today. His life was over, but we are still living and still bringing to memory things he did and said over the years. The good times we had. The not so good times that we had gone through. But in my heart I had forgiven him for things that had happened that I didn't like. Things that had affected me in ways that I didn't like. Things in which I thought he was wrong. Was he wrong? No, usually not, but stubborn first born sons often think like that. But now I was filled with a peace. We had made our peace a year earlier. And I am very thankful to this day for those few hours we spent around the kitchen table in his house that morning.