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The Unwanted Girls
The Unwanted Girls
The news story told of 285 young Indian girls that had chosen new names.
“Nakusa” or “Nakushi” (two variations of the Hindu word meaning “unwanted”) were among the names abandoned in an effort to promote their self-worth.
“Now in school, my classmates and friends will be calling me this new name, and that makes me very happy,” a 15-year-old girl told the AP after the ceremony. The teenager was formerly named Nakusa by her disappointed grandfather, but chose to be called “Ashmita,” which translates to “very tough” in Hindi.”

Girls hold certificates stating their new official names during a renaming ceremony in Satara, India, Saturday, Oct. 22, 2011. Almost 300 Indian girls known officially as "Unwanted" have traded their birth names for a fresh start in life
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Reading this story made me very sad. Their culture devalues women. An unborn baby girl might well be aborted if the parents knew its gender. It’s heart breaking to me. The very thought, is unthinkable in my family.
I have been blessed more than most men to have been surrounded all my life by loving and amazing women. Their lives are blessed of God. My life has been blessed to the highest level because of them.
In my family, the women and girls are cherished, and loved. They are also respected, listened to, and honored. I always want them to know that!
Each of the married women love and honor their husbands and treat them like kings. No wonder each husband finds it easy to treat his wife like a queen and cherish her.
The daughters love and honor their fathers. They treat him with great respect. They in turn are loved and doted on. They have never felt unwanted, but rather are treated as if they were a princess.
The same is true for all the grand daughters.
It would be a near impossibility to find a family that loves it’s women more than the Ballestero family loves theirs.
With all of the above in mind, today I wish to stop and honor the women in my world.
I want to tell all of you that I love you, I honor you, and I cherish you, and I am proud of you. You all have me forever wrapped around your little fingers. I have you wrapped around my heart.
You are so gifted and talented. You are:
- Singers
- Song Writers
- Musicians
- Music Teachers
- Choir Leader
- Speakers
- Writers
- Authors
- School Teachers
- Recording Artists
- Artistic
- Designers
- Business Owners
- Leaders
- Beautiful
- Loving
- Nurturing
- Tender
- intelligent
- The Best Cooks In The World.
- The Best Mothers In The World.
- The Best Wives In The World.
- And… You really love the Lord.
- (This list could go on awhile…)
You might often be embarrassed by me, but you will never be unwanted! I love you and pray God richest blessings on you in all you do! There will never be such a thing as an unwanted girl in my family!
Let me show my readers a picture or two of why I am such a blessed man!
My Mom, Mother-in-law, Wife, Daughter, Daughters-in-law, Grand Daughters, Sisters, Sisters-in-law and Nieces are shown below. Besides all these, there are my wonderful cousins, close friends and “adopted” family members.
- My Mother – Content Faith Ballestero
- My Mother
- My “Other” Mother – Marian June Davis
- Mom Davis
- My Wife – Marcia Starr Ballestero
- Marcia & Marty Ballestero
- My Daughter – Marisa Ballestero Hartzell
- Pastor Brandon & Marisa Hartzell
- My DIL – Kim Elrod Ballestero
- Pastor Anthony & Kim Ballestero
- My DIL – Christy Huntley Ballestero
- Pastor Bryan & Christy Ballestero
- My DIL – Courtney Phebus Ballestero
- Pastor Martyn II & Courtney Ballestero
- My DIL – Jasmine Robinson Ballestero
- Andy & Jasmine Ballestero
- Grand Daughter – Kalyx Ballestero
- Grand Daughter – Christyana Ballestero
- Grand Daughter – Chloe Ballestero
- Grand Daughter – Ainsley Hartzell
- Sister – Beverly Anne Ballestero
- Sister – Carlene Branham
- Sister – Ramona Yandris
- Pastor Nathan & Ramona Yandris
- Sister – Nila Marxer
- Rev. Eric & Nila Marxer
- My SIL – Alexa Starr Olson
- Pastor Rick & Alexa Olson
- My SIL – Rebecca Starr Trammell
- Pastor David & Rebecca Trammell
- My SIL – Priscilla Starr Spears
- Pastor Curtis & Priscilla Spears
- My SIL – Sara Starr Copple
- Pastor Tom & Sara Copple
- Pastor Royce & Step-SIL Glenna Davis Walker
- Carlene, Nila, Ramona, seated – Martyn
- Priscilla, Mom Davis, Marcia, Alexa, Rebecca, Sara
- Niece – Stacy Branham
- Niece – Elisha Yandris
- Niece – Erica Marxer
- Niece – Shauna Olson
- Niece – Elizabeth Olson
- Niece – Lindsay & Aaron Olson
- Niece – Farrah Trammell Erwin
- Niece – Heidi Trammell
- Niece – Britt Spears
- Niece – Charity Spears
- Niece – Natalie Spears Colegrove
- Niece – Michelle Hutchison
- Niece – Sharayah Copple
Every One Of These Ladies Are Wanted!!
It don’t get any better than this. I, my friend, am a blessed man!
Her Name’s “Marcia June”
Her Name’s “Marcia June”
By Martyn Ballestero
She always wraps us up,
In the comfort of her home.
With smiles that hold our soul,
And won’t let it feel alone.
To her plates of comfort food.
Every heart and tummy knows,
With her cooking, it was wooed.
We are drawn into her den
Of coziness and rest.
There she warms our hearts with words,
It’s good living at it’s best.
Her couch and Queen Anne chairs
Soothe her guest’s attention spans.
Pretty pillows great and small,
Compliment the old Afghans
The fireplace is her love,
It’s warmed her heart the most.
There she likes to entertain,
She loves to be the host.
With calm and peaceful ways
She serves and pampers us.
Ever giving of herself
Without the muss or fuss.
She holds court upon her porch,
Where she reigns with cups of tea.
Making memories for life,
With folks like you and me.
Her husband beams with pride
Knowing she is just the best.
All her children quickly say,
Because of her, they’re blest.
Her front door stands open wide,
So friends can just drop by,
Just to get their daily dose.
That she’s loved, is not a lie.
Little children laugh and play
Glad to be at home with her.
With her gentle and calm voice,
She’s the one who they prefer.
All that know her love her dear.
(She can sing the sweetest tune.)
It’s with joy I tell you now,
Her name’s Marcia June!
“25 Questions For Mary” – By Max Lucado
This is the time of year when most of the Christian world is reminded of the birth of Jesus Christ. None of us can imagine all of the private thoughts and questions that she encountered. Max Lucado in his book, “God Came Near,” proposes 25 questions for Mary.
I read this in his book when it first came out years ago, but wanted to share it today with my readers.
“25 Questions For Mary”
From Max Lucado’s Book, “God Came Near.”
1. What was it like watching him pray?
2. How did he respond when he saw other kids giggling during the service at the synagogue?
3. When he saw a rainbow, did he ever mention a flood?
4. Did you ever feel awkward teaching him how he created the world?
5. When he saw a lamb being led to the slaughter, did he act differently?
6. Did you ever see him with a distant look on his face as if he were listening to someone you couldn’t hear?
7. How did he act at funerals?
8. Did the thought ever occur to you that the God to whom you were praying was asleep under your own roof?
9. Did you ever try to count the stars with him….and succeed?
10. Did he ever come home with a black eye?
11. How did he act when he got his first haircut?
12. Did he have any friend by the name of Judas?
13. Did he do well in school?
14. Did you ever scold him?
15. Did he ever have to ask a question about Scripture?
16. What do you think he thought when he saw a prostitute offering to the highest bidder the body he made?
17. Did he ever get angry when someone was dishonest with him?
18. Did you ever catch him pensively looking at the flesh on his own arm while holding a clod of dirt?
19. Did he ever wake up afraid?
20. Who was his best friend?
21. When someone referred to Satan, how did he act?
22. Did you ever accidentally call him Father?
23. What did he and his cousin John talk about as kids?
24. Did his brothers and sisters understand what was happening?
25. Did you ever think, That’s God eating my soup?
Mom said, “What If I Forget God?”
Mom said, “What If I Forget God?”
Yesterday I cried. I cried about several things. I cried about things that I couldn’t fix. I cried about things no one can fix. (It may not be prudent or wise to share this, but I will.)
My youngest sister, Nila Marxer, lives in Southern California. She has taken care of my 88-year-old Mother in her home for six years or so. Nila is an Angel sent from God to our family. Mom lives in an apartment inside Nila’s home.
My Mom’s health is not very good anymore. Her short-term memory loss has alarming worsened recently. It makes my phone calls to her, extremely painful for me. Mom has a problem of not remembering even the day of the week.
A few days ago, she wandered out of her room before midnight and went into the main living room. She turned all the lights on. At 2am, Nila came out of her bedroom and found Mom standing there looking around.
She said, “Mom, let me take you to your room and put you to bed.”
When they got to Mom’s room, Mom said, “Is this where I’m staying?”
“Yes, Nila said.
“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t know where I was supposed to sleep.”
That was unwelcome news. It was like one of your worst fears coming true. I am very grateful to Nila for being so loving and patient.
Last night while on a Skype video call to my sister, I got to see her, her husband Eric, and my Mom. Mom was all smiles.
With her voice breaking, Nila talked to me about Mom, with Mom sitting beside her. She talked about health issues that Mom was currently dealing with. Then she said that her and Mom had talked about her memory loss. Mom expressed her greatest fear to Nila.
Mom said, “Nila, what if I forget God?”
That statement ripped my very heart out. Of all people, my Godly Mother who has had the Holy Ghost for 80 years. She labored with Dad in the ministry for over 50 years. And now, she worries that in her memory losses, she might forget about God.
I cried.
Nila said, “Marty, quote the first part of a Psalm and see if Mom can quote the rest of the verse.”
I looked at Mom and Nila seated in front of their computer and I started with Psalms 100.
I said: (Psa. 100:1) Make a joyful noise unto the LORD,
Mom said: all ye lands.
I said: (Psa. 100:2) Serve the LORD with gladness:
Mom said: come before his presence with singing.
I said: (Psa. 100:3) Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves;
She said: we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
I said: (Psa. 100:4) Enter into his gates with thanksgiving,
She said: and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
I said: (Psa. 100:5) For the LORD is good;
She said: his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.
My tears still flowed.
In a day when so many are willfully forgetting God, my heart is overwhelmed by the fears of my sainted Mother.
“What If I Forget God?”
Fanny’s Baby Boy
Fanny’s Baby Boy
The tall slender woman knew she was dying. She was only 26. Her mother’s family hailed from Sevierville, Tennessee. Their family name was Ghan. She’d never met her real dad. She’d never even met her mom’s dad either. She was the product of two generations of illegitimate births in a row. Her mom had not been allowed to marry her father because of differences in their religions.
Before she was born, a respectable Irishman named Harrington married her mom and it helped give her a proper name. They named her Fanny Harrington. Baby Fanny was born in Tahlequah, Oklahoma on an Indian Reservation during the Harrington’s journey to California.
She grew up in the Los Angeles area. When she got older, she enjoyed visiting her older brothers in Fresno. They had migrated west too. Most of the California Ghans started attending an Assemblies of God Church pastored by Charles Price. Her brothers soon became preachers.
Fanny met a man a few years older than her named Charles and fell in love. A major problem presented itself. Charles was Catholic. All his family was Catholic and he was determined that his children were to be raised Catholic too.
Her heart was torn. Fanny had received the Holy Ghost, but Charles was still determined to be Catholic. This may be a life long conflict, she knew. She had heard the warnings from her brothers, but still she continued to see her Charles.
Love won out, and Fanny and Charles were married in the famous Catholic Mission in Los Angeles.
Every Sunday, Charles and all his brothers went together to mass together. They were even known to crawl on their knees to church while praying the rosary. A photographer once snapped a picture of them crossing the street on their knees in front of a stopped trolley car and it was published in the newspaper. The whole family was very devout.
The second child, a son, was still a toddler when Fanny found out that she had Consumption. Her world was shattered and she was in a panic.
There was a nice Sanitarium in Fresno for the treatment of those with Tuberculosis. Fanny was admitted. The treatments didn’t seem to help much and the doctor’s finally said that they had done all they could do.
Her brothers heard Fanny’s last prayers. The very thoughts of her children growing up Catholic were now unbearable to her. She prayed aloud, “God would you save my baby boy and make him a preacher.
She prayed that prayer several times, but her baby boy was too young to know. By now he was only four.
When she died, Charles’ modest income didn’t allow for anything fancy for Fanny’s burial. Pennies were even placed on her eyes to keep them closed. The image of his mother with her eyes covered like that forever engraved itself in the young child’s mind. Fanny was laid to rest in Fresno, California in an unmarked grave.
Charles’ life immediately went downhill. He began to drink. He drank heavily and eventually drank himself into the poor house. His children soon became wards of the state.
Fanny’s baby boy got older and not only ran away from foster homes but also ran the streets. He got in trouble again and again. He ran with a gang called the Clovers and later became the leader. It was one of the oldest gangs in L.A. His life with the gang finally led him to San Quentin prison.
While visiting his mother’s folks in Fresno, he heard a gifted Assembly of God preacher named Charles Price and went to the altar. He later received the Holy Ghost.
Months later while reading a tract he received the revelation of Jesus Name Baptism. He then sought for two years until he found someone to baptize him. He also felt a call to preach the Gospel… and did. He preached it for over 50 years. He became a Jesus Name Apostolic preacher.
God had finally answered Fanny’s prayer.
He had saved Fanny’s little boy and made him a preacher.
You knew him too and enjoyed his ministry.
Only you didn’t know his mother’s name was Fanny.
Fanny had named her son, Carl.
Carl Ballestero.
Call Yer Mom!
Call Yer Mom!
My cousin Pastor Clayton Brown and I sat in the quaint little Italian restaurant across from Bro. Paul Price in Napa, California. It was an honor for us to have supper with such a respected Pentecostal leader. He had been a dear friend of my family and my wife’s family over the years.
“I hear that you call your mother every day. Is that true?”
Those were his first words that evening as we sat down to eat. I was taken by surprise.
“I do my best to call her every day. Sometimes we have a problem connecting because I’m in a bad area or something.”
“Yes but you do try?” He pushed the subject. But now I noticed his eyes were beginning to brim with tears.
“Absolutely!”
The tears still made me wonder why this subject brought emotion so close to the surface for him.
“I’m proud of you for that. I wished more sons would call their widowed mothers.
“I just got off the phone talking to a man about that. I had to bawl him out for neglecting to call his widowed mother. She had no one to check on her. She was desperate to hear his voice. He said he was busy. I can’t tell you how much that upset me.
“Do you know that the Bible has much to say about the treatment of widows? There are curses on those that mistreat and neglect them. God hates them that do.”
The air was not completely out of Bro. Price’s sail yet on the subject, but we were interrupted by the waiter. Although we never continued the subject, I never forgot it.
I didn’t want to know who the person was, but I was glad it wasn’t me and that I had tried to call my Mom as often as I could. I also didn’t know who’d told on me, but I was glad I got caught doing something good for once.
Although my own Mom does very good for 88 years, there are many moments when I wish her short term memory was better. I may have to remind her a time or two within a single phone call where I’m preaching a revival or if my wife is with me or at our house.
It doesn’t matter whether she can remember tomorrow that I called her today or not. I remember. Right now that’s what matters to me.
I’ve pray my children keep close tabs on my beloved wife when I’m gone.
Oh, and here’s a bit of unasked for advice for the rest of you… ‘Call yer Mom!’
Happy Mother’s Day To My Other Mom
Happy Mother’s Day To My Other Mom
I know I have the best Mom in the world. I could not have been more blessed in life than to have had Content Faith Gleason Ballestero for my mother. I’ve never ceased to tell her that and to brag on her. I have already wished her a Happy Mother’s Day. I love her and call her very often to tell her that.
- But that is not my reason for writing.
I have the greatest Wife in the world; Marcia June Starr Ballestero. Besides the Holy Ghost, God could not have given me anyone more wonderful for a life’s companion than her. She is the love of my life, my soul mate and after 45 years I still thrill at the sight of her and the sound of her voice. I cherish her.
She has sacrificed her body and her life to bring five beautiful babies into our home. She is absolutely the most nurturing and loving woman you could ever hope to meet. She gave herself to me heart and soul and is a mother and grandmother whose abilities are wonderful beyond description. She is passionate about home and family (and me). She is also the world’s best cook.
She made a home that all of our children love to come back to and bring their children. All of her children rise up and call her blessed, and I am the president of her fan club. I would rather hear her sing than anyone else in the world. I fell in love with her the first time I saw her. I have already wished her a Happy Mother’s Day. I cannot imagine my world without her in it.
- But that’s not the reason for my writing.
I want to tell you about Marian ‘June’ Anderson Starr Davis, my ‘Other Mother.’
A prospective son in law understands that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. As awesome as my wife is, it wasn’t an accident. Although much was inherited in the beautiful Greek genes of her family, her Mom carefully taught her and set forth to her daughters the greatest example of what a Wife and Mother should be.
Mothers in law are the constant focus of unkind jokes. They always seem to be portrayed as mean spirited and unloving. I am not certain how that sentiment began. There must have been enough problems somewhere for it to become such a common concept.
Evidently, I got the best deal in the whole world. As a matter of fact, I don’t even tell ‘Mother in law’ jokes. Something in me is highly defensive of my ‘Other Mother.’ I would be crushed if she heard me laughing at one.
She has lived her life in a preacher’s home. Her Father, a Greek immigrant, was a Pentecostal pastor in Indianapolis, Indiana.
She married Bro. William R. Starr. (Bro. Starr pastored in Albion, Michigan and had been the District Superintendent of Michigan for 28 years when he died.)
Six years later she married Bishop Howard Davis of San Bernardino, California. This marriage was another match made in heaven.
Mom Davis (My Other Mother) is a gift from heaven to my world.
I found it easy to call her ‘Mom’ from the beginning.
She is loving to all of her sons in law. (Oh, did I mention that I am her favorite? Actually, she makes all of her five daughter’s husbands feel that way!)
She is supportive of them.
She is not intrusive into her adult children’s world.
She is affectionate.
She has great poise and grace.
She offers wise and practical advice when asked.
She is a Godly influence and example to her family.
All of her family feels thrilled and honored to be with her.
She takes time to listen.
She makes her home an inviting and comfortable haven.
She has been extremely supportive of her sons in law.
She taught her daughters to be loving and affectionate with their husbands.
She always compliments her sons in law.
Her Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren absolutely adore her.
When I was very young she would listen to me talk of my dreams and plans. She listened with animation and encouragement. Looking back at some of the stupid things I talked about, It’s a wonder how she tolerated my ignorance. Yet she made me feel like what I was saying was the most important thing in the world.
When my wife and I married, she sat us down for a talk. She said, ‘Marty, if you have a problem with Marcia, don’t tell your Mom and Dad. We want them to love her. Tell us, we know how to talk to Marcia.
‘Marcia, if you have a problem with Marty, don’t tell us. We want to love him. Tell his Mom and Dad, they know how to ‘fix’ him.’ (I think my wife’s had me fixed twice.)
At meal time, Mom Davis still serves her husband first.
She treats her man like a King.
In turn she is treated like a Queen.
Her beauty is inward and outward. She has been easy on the eyes for over 80 years.
She is a master at decorating.
She is an artist.
She is an author.
She is sought after a public speaker for Ladies Meetings.
She is a master musician with perfect pitch.
She is a woman of great wisdom and intellect.
She is comfortable hobnobbing with Aristocrats or commoners.
She may look like she dresses to the ‘nines’ but she still shops at Goodwill.
She is a great business woman.
She is a problem solver.
She is an administrator.
She’s smart (In her 80’s she’s figured out how to get around on the computer, read blogs and do Facebook in grand style.)
I have never heard one of her son in law say one negative word about her. She is loved, respected and honored by us all.
The term mother in law describes to me a person that has become a mother, by law. (i.e. By marriage to her child.)
Sis. June Davis may be my Mother by law.
The law says she is my mother (in law) but it doesn’t stop there…
My heart says she’s my mother too, regardless of the law.
Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom,
Marian June Davis
I Love You!
When My Mother Knelt To Pray
When My Mother Knelt To Pray
Dedicated to praying mothers, especially mine: Content Faith Ballestero
by
Martyn J. Ballestero Sr.
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I cannot tell just how I felt
Or explain to you and say,
The way my little heart did melt
When my mother knelt to pray.
It mattered not just what I did,
Or with what I’d gotten away,
Nothing ever seemed to stay hid
When my mother knelt to pray.
Some mom’s pray with folded hands
And memorized words they say,
But it wasn’t like that, you understand
With my mother knelt to pray.
The power of God would seem so real
In that special time of day,
Heaven’s nearness I could feel
When my mother knelt to pray.
The sweetness of her voice did rise
To God, and melt us all that way,
With a tender cry that I still prize
When my mother knelt to pray.
If hearts could talk, mine’d be the first
To confess to you today,
The “dam” within my soul would burst
When my mother knelt to pray.
She prayed for us all, one by one,
That we’d live for God alway,
It gave new strength to overcome
When my mother knelt to pray.
Hearing my mother thus employed,
From my heart I can only say,
Oh what communion God enjoyed
When my mother knelt to pray.
Years have past and I have knelt
With my family today,
May they, through me, know what I felt
When my mother knelt to pray.
Thanks Mom!
Thanks Mom!
1. Thanks Mom For Loving Me And Making Me Feel Cherished.
2. Thanks Mom For Making Home A Place Your Children Want To Be.
3. Thanks Mom For Being A Mom Your Kids Wanted To Talk To.
4. Thanks Mom For Telling Me “No”
5. Thanks Mom For Dedicating Me To The Lord.
6. Thanks Mom for Praying For Me.
- Beside your Bed at night
- Before School each day.
7. Thanks Mom for Having A Family Altar.
- Prov 22:6
8. Thanks Mom for Being A Woman Of Faith.
9. Thanks Mom For Showing Us How To Be Content At Our Lowest In Life.
10. Thanks Mom For Putting Church First.
11. Thanks Mom For Being Faithful To Dad.
12. Thanks Mom For Never Letting Us See You Argue With Dad Or Fight In Front Of Us.
13. Thanks Mom For Never Displaying Bitterness, Or Carrying Grudges.
14. Thanks Mom For Being Tender Hearted & Submissive.
- To the will of God
- To Your Husband
- Treating Daddy like a King (He treated you like a Queen)
15. Thanks Mom For Being Faithful To God.
- For saying Amen
- For backing up your amen’s with your dress and conduct
16. Thanks Mom For Being A Wonderful & Loving Mother In Law,
17. Thanks Mom For The Rich Heritage You Have Given Your Children.
Thanks Mom!
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
I Love You!































































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