Clara C. Miller

Clara C. Miller, daughter of Chris and Susie Anna (Miller) Gingerich, was born January 27, 1931, at Kalona, Iowa. She passed away peacefully surrounded by her loving children on December 16, 2024, at 5:12 PM at Texas County Memorial Hospital in Houston, Missouri. She was 93 years, 10 months, and 19 days.

On January 18, 1951 she was united in marriage to Harley D. Miller. God blessed their home with seven sons and five daughters. Esther (Chris Gardner) of Kelowna, British Columbia; Rosemary (Delbert Petersheim) of Cuba, Missouri; Virgil (Martha Miller) of San Roman, Belize; Verton (Anne Martin) of Strawberry, Arkansas; Nina (Jerry Woodcock) of Summersville, Missouri; Joyce (Paul Miller) of Eldorado Springs, Missouri; Daniel (Linda Kemp) of Strawberry, Arkansas; Joseph (Laura Martin) of Milton, Pennsylvania; James (Lois Ann Rohrer) of Louisburg, North Carolina; Faith (Leslie Rohrer) of Union, Missouri; Myron (Anna Oberholtzer) of Fairland, Oklahoma; and Stephen of Fairland, Oklahoma.

She was blessed with 65 grandchildren and 148 great-grandchildren.

In her youth she received Christ as her Lord and Savior, and at the time of her death was a member at Cuba Christian Fellowship in Cuba, Missouri.

She was a faithful and loving mother who put the spiritual wellbeing of her family ahead of anything else. We’re told that when she came to this world, they didn’t know if she would make it. When she left, we knew that according to God’s Word, she did!

 Besides her family, she is survived by one sister, Esther (Jake) Yoder of Kalona, Iowa.

She was preceded in death by three infant grandsons, one infant great-granddaughter, her twin sister, Lewis and Mary Swantz, her one brother, Ray and Wilma Gingerich, and her parents, Chris and Susie Anna Gingerich.

We as a family thank all of you for your prayers, caring, and sharing during this time. May God bless each one.

Travel light

Never mind the valleys, for they will soon be past;

Never mind the mountains, you will reach the top at last;

Never mind the long roads, though they try your weary bones;

Never mind the rivers, for they all have steppingstones.

No, ‘tis not the crowded highway nor the turmoil of the town,

But the things you carry with you are the things that weigh you down.