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The Unwanted Girls

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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

‘Unwanted’ Indian Girls Get New Start in Naming Ceremony

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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.

Every One Of These Ladies Are Wanted!!

It don’t get any better than this. I, my friend, am a blessed man!

Written by Martyn Ballestero

October 28, 2011 at 1:10 am

The Pentecostals At The Church Of Christ Funeral

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The Pentecostals At The Church Of Christ Funeral

The funeral chapel was jammed with about 30 Pentecostals and nearly 100 Church of Christ members.  Evidently this funeral was considered important. Six Church of Christ pastors were in attendance and each one spoke. No Pentecostal preacher had been invited to speak; yet several of us came anyway. I sat close to the back with my brother-in-law Pastor Nathan Yandris and my sister Ramona.

The large framed picture sitting on the closed casket was one of a beautiful middle-aged woman named Phyllis. She had a look of professionalism and class about her. Her brown hair was cut shoulder length. It appeared her make up had been professionally applied for the photo, and her jewelry looked very expensive.

The front row contained a grieving husband and beside him, his redheaded son and daughter-in-law. The son appeared to be the only child. No others sat near, leaving the guests to assume the mourners were alone in this crowd.

The Church of Christ preachers spoke one by one, and each said comforting things that I am sure helped. The final speaker did a superb job, actually. One could tell this was not his first funeral.

At the conclusion of his homily, the minister announced, “It is the wishes of the family that those who wish to say a few words about our beloved sister, should have an opportunity to say a public goodbye. He then walked to the front row and sat down.

One at a time, six middle-aged women walked to the podium and spoke sweet words about the loss of their friend. All of them mentioned that they had met Phyllis at either AA or Al-Anon.

They spoke of her friendship, of her church activities, her help with their lives, and her struggle with addictions and theirs.

After the last one sat down, there was a moment of quietness as all waited for someone else to stand. No one did.

Turning around and giving the crowd a swift appraising look, the redheaded son clutched a new Bible as he stepped to the small podium. His 25 years seemed much older. He was poised. He held the Bible in his left hand up close to his heart.

With a voice that never broke, he thanked everyone for coming. He thanked the ministers that spoke and he thanked his mother’s pastor as well.

With a smile to the women who had come to the front to speak, he thanked them as cherished friends.

That is where his story began!

“Almost 6 weeks ago, I first heard that my mom had cancer.  The doctor said that it was terminal and inoperable. I was shattered. Then they said she only had a few days to live. I was an immediate basket case.

“My mom was young, she was beautiful too,” He said, pointing at her picture.

“I went home that night and sat on my front porch. I was drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette, and was crying my heart out, when this man saw me and stopped.” (He pointed at a large black man on the 2nd row.) “He asked me if I was alright? I told him no.

“When he came up to the porch I told him the news about my mom. He spoke comforting words to me and asked if he could pray for me. I said yes and he did. I felt something I had never felt before.

“Then he sat down beside me and taught me what he called a short Home Bible Study. He showed me about Acts 2:38. He said that I needed to repent, and get baptized in Jesus name and that the Lord would give me the Holy Ghost. He said that Jesus would be my comforter.

“I prayed right there on my porch and asked Jesus to forgive me of my sins. I told him I wanted to be baptized the Bible way, so he took me to his church, Apostolic Tabernacle, and the pastor came over and baptized me in Jesus name. When I came up out of the water, I was speaking in tongues. I got the Holy Ghost just like they did in the Bible!” He said, as he raised and then waved his Bible.

The Pentecostals responded with much noise and many of us stood and clapped our hands. The Church of Christ crowd went silent.

“I was thrilled! I had never been so happy in my life! That night I prayed that God would help me to share this with my mom. I knew she had to have this before she died.

“I prayed that God would help me find a way to speak to her. I knew she was wrapped up in her Church. She had been a lifetime member, and had always been involved in one department or another.

“The first thing the next morning, I prayed before I went over to mom’s house. When I got there, I was surprised to see a Bible lying open on the kitchen table.”

“I asked mom what the Bible was there for, and she said that she was close to dying and didn’t feel saved. She said she was looking for more than what she had.

“I said mom, you been a member of the Church of Christ for 45 years.”

She said, “That’s right, but I’m not ready to meet God. I need more!”

(He turned to the Church of Christ pastor and said, “Sorry sir!”)

The redheaded new convert was filled with Holy Ghost enthusiasm as he told his story. His eyes were red rimmed and watering.

I said, “Mom, let me tell you what had happened to me last night. I told her the whole story. About the beer, the Bible study, the baptism and the Holy Ghost.

“Mom started crying and said son, ‘Tell me what he told you.’

I sat down with her and showed her the same scriptures in Acts that my new friend had told me.

“She got down and began to repent like the Bible said to. When she finished, she said that she couldn’t leave the house to go to church. She was too weak and was attached to an oxygen tank.

“Mom said, maybe we could fill her big Jacuzzi tub up and baptize her in that. Dad helped me and I baptized my mom in Jesus name. She came up out of the water speaking in tongues just like I did. I was so happy, I shouted all over the room.”

(All of us Pentecostals are now on our feet, with our hands in the air, worshipping!)

“My dad said, ‘Baptize me too!’ So I did and he got the Holy Ghost too”

“I sure did,” came a strong voiced reply from the front row. The dad had his hand in the air.

The Pentecostal’s worship was so overwhelming that even some of the church of Christ people started crying by now.

They all knew that a man with an experience is never at the mercies of a man with an argument.

The worship of the small group of saints roared in the ears of opposition. For several minutes it went on. It felt unstoppable.

“All of you Church of Christ members need this Holy Ghost, he went on. “It will do for you what AA can’t. It will do for you what Al-Anon can’t. You need to be baptized in Jesus name to be saved. You need the Holy Ghost speaking with other tongues to be saved. If you want to see my mom in heaven, then obey Acts 2:38.

When he walked back to his place, the crowd stood and gave him a standing ovation.

Written by Martyn Ballestero

September 15, 2011 at 9:41 am

Her Name’s “Marcia June”

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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.

 

Nothing ever can compare

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!


Written by Martyn Ballestero

May 7, 2011 at 1:02 am

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“25 Questions For Mary” – By Max Lucado

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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?

Written by Martyn Ballestero

December 22, 2010 at 7:39 am

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Mom said, “What If I Forget God?”

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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.)

Sis. Connie Ballestero

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?”

Written by Martyn Ballestero

October 20, 2010 at 3:34 pm

Fanny’s Baby Boy

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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 & Charles

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.

Written by Martyn Ballestero

June 26, 2010 at 1:37 am

Posted in Family, Ministry, Mother, Prayer

Call Yer Mom!

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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!’

Written by Martyn Ballestero

May 14, 2010 at 6:57 am

Happy Mother’s Day To My Other Mom

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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!

Written by Martyn Ballestero

May 9, 2010 at 12:12 am

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When My Mother Knelt To Pray

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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.

Written by Martyn Ballestero

May 8, 2010 at 11:55 pm

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Thanks Mom!

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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!



Written by Martyn Ballestero

May 7, 2010 at 10:15 pm

Posted in Mother