The Double HH Ranch - The Ranch of Hope and Healing Established in 2007 - Home of  Cowboy Church in Jerusalem Owned & Operated by:   Rebecca Hampton

The Brandon Miller Arena at the Double HH Ranch        In loving memory of Brandon Douglas Miller,  Age 25 (September 18, 2008) Dedicated - Saturday, September 18, 2009 Lasso of Faith, Boots of Readiness, Cowboy hat of salvation,  Belt of righteousness.

Dedication From: Rebecca Hampton When you hear your phone ring at 4:45 in the morning, it makes you feel a chill right down to the bone. Whenever I get bad news I always stop, get quite, and say “Father, I need a word from you.” I waited quietly for an answer. I heard my Father speak in a still small voice that only his children recognize. “The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord.” I quietly shook my head knowing what he meant. My Grandson would be going home soon. I started thinking about his funeral as I made the 2 hour drive to St. Mary’s Hospital in Athens. Even though we know God knows best, everything he does is for our best, we trust him with our life and with our family, but it’s hard at times like this. I knew what God had said but I just couldn’t let go. Maybe God would change his mind if enough people prayed or maybe God wanted us to take care of him and we would have, even though I knew Brandon would not want to live with 24 hour care. My spirit spent the week in silence, no music, no singing, nothing but quietness waiting on God to give another word. As friends bombarded  the throne of grace for my precious grandson. At last I said, “Not my will, but thy will be done.” As I stood by his bedside on Wednesday, the day before he went home, it was clear to me God would take him home. I watched his heart rate go down into the thirties and the pressure in his head go up into the fifties. He hung on until the next morning. As his mother held him in her arms, I watched the machine until his heart rate went to zero. What a privilege to be at the bedside of one you love so much as he goes home to be with the Father. No more pain, only joy and peace. And we’re left with that blessed hope that we’ll see him again one day. You see this day was a very special day. On September 18, 1983, while I stood by Tracy’s side God laid our little bundle of joy in her arms, twenty five years later on that same day she laid him back in his Father’s arms and allowed me the privilege of beholding all that he has done. Yes, the Lord gives and the Lord takes away, Blessed be the name of the LORD!