HANSEL HESTER ~ Acrostic

H. HEAVEN is for real and Hansel our beloved Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother-in-law, Uncle, Cousin, Co-Worker, Friend is in Heaven!

A. Assurance just takes FAITH and our Father God has given us all that tiny 'mustard seed' of faith to believe in His Son Jesus Christ.

N. Not by our works of righteousness but only by JESUS CHRIST do we step out of this life into our eternal life with our creator Father God.

S. Salvation is our HOPE and we can have this hope today by repenting of our sins and believing in Jesus Christ and making Him Lord of our life.

E. Everlasting LIFE is our destiny and it will be either with our Father God or without our Father God and He has given us that choice to make during our life time.

L. LOVE was how our Father God made the way for us and that was not a coincidence that Hansel passed on 3:16! For God so LOVED the world that He gave His only Son and whosoever believes in Him will not perish but have everlasting life! John 3:16

H. Hester was a good man whom we loved and will miss dearly!

E. Entered earth on September 4, 1930.

S. Son of Robert Lamar Hester and Claudia Spivey of Uvula, Ga.

T. Trained us how to love our family and to bear with one another in love.

E. Entered Heaven on 3/16/16.

R. Resting now in Heaven and wanting us to join him. Will you make that choice today by asking Jesus to forgive you of your sins and to come into your heart by faith? We will be praying for all our family and friends. May God bless you and as Hansel Hester would say, "AND GOD BLESS AMERICA!"

Winters Silence

There are no singing birds

nor a single chirp chirp heard,

from the stray bird.

There are no frogs a croking

nor the katydids, 

nor cricket.

There are no squirrels a running

nor the rabbits hopping or 

the deer showing their faces.

Even the neighbors water fall

is turned off 

and silent.

O the sounds of winter...silence!

And O how our hearts can grow cold

during these months of winter

unless we use these months wisely 

to read God's Word and restore our souls.

My Prayer Closet

the long black mat

On my front porch

there was a mat

it was long

and it was black.

There were little rows

some narrow & wide and

I would send them down 

to the screened door finish side.

Down they went

round, round, round,

down they'd race and 

stack, stack, stack.

That was my game 

that I would play

on my front porch

on rainy days.

That's all it took

with my formation

a bunch of marbles

and a young imagination.

lllbh 3/1/2016 I woke up at 4am and pinned this poem about my childhood while living in Little Five Points area on 1046 Washita Avenue in Atlanta Georgia 30307 and Jackson 4-1267 was my phone number.