A Future Hope

A friend's brother underwent major heart surgery today. For some reason it brought back a flood of memories of the day Dad began his battle against cancer by undergoing massive surgery. Following is the outpouring of feelings resulting from these memories. Thank you for allowing me to share my therapeutic thoughts with you through the ongoing, sporatic grieving process. It seems to sneak up on me at the oddest times. May God bless all who are also experiencing this process.

by Cindy Hester

 

A memory came back so strongly today

So real that mere words just could not convey

The sharp pain I felt down deep in my heart

I held back the tears which threatened to start.

I saw you laid back in that hospital bed

My heart once again reliving that dread

The dread of knowing our whole lives had changed

Our entire existence had been rearranged.

We circled around your bed deep in prayer

Our hearts were burdened down with such care

The room was so full of love on that day

We’d stand strong beside you come whatever may.

You sensed the strong fear of what was ahead

With hands raised to heaven, you smiled and you said,

“It's going to be all right, no matter what,”

Words etched on my heart in a dear special spot.

It was just the beginning of a long, hard fight

We worked with you daily, with all of our might

To regain your strength, your memory, your life

You fought without malice through each day’s strife.

We're so very lucky to have had you so long

And now you’re in heaven singing loud, deep and strong

With angels and prophets, disciples and kings

Laughing and dancing for the joy heaven brings.

So though I may tear up from memories so dear,

You're now up in heaven, His voice you now hear.

You let Jesus use you while living below,

So much of God’s love on rich soil you did sow.

Seeds I see sprouting and blooming today,

Paying forward the kindness you shared on your way.

You helped others here on earth find their place,

By sharing the gospel, God’s love, and God’s grace.

I’ll see you in heaven some sweet, precious day

We’ll worship together; we’ll hold hands and pray

You’ll tell me of wonders I’ve yet to behold

And lead me through heaven, on streets made of gold.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11

A Special Hunting Trip by Cindy Hester

This writing is dedicated to the Davis family who provided the hunting trip of a lifetime for my Dad, my brother, and my husband. It turned out to be much more than just a hunting trip. It became the memory of a lifetime for Dad and these guys. We miss you Dad. 09/15/1931 - 07/23/2011

Once upon a time there were three hunters. (Well actually there were only two hunters and one great adventurer.) These three men had an urge to take off one December on a journey to a hunting lease down in southwest Texas. This lease belonged to friends who were kind enough to offer a southwest Texas hunting experience for my husband, my little brother, and my dear, sweet Dad.

There is no comparison between hunting in southwest Texas versus hunting at the farm in East Texas. I have personally sat in stands at both places.They each have a beauty all their own, and they both offer serenity as well as the chance to see a doe or buck. In East Texas you tend to be surrounded by lush woods possibly overlooking a clearing. Your eyes must be well tuned to all movement as deer are stealth experts in that part of the woods.

 

The lease near the small town of Sanderson, Texas, has a beauty all its own. Sitting in the stand one can see for miles with low brush and tumbleweed being the main source of vegetation. Its rocky, desert like terrain with the mountains of Mexico lining the horizon lend a wild west feeling to the beautiful, open land. What appears to be still and lifeless at 4:30 in the evening mysteriously becomes a hotbed of activity within the hour. Mommas bring their baby fawns out to play and cautiously lead the way for those bucks who seem to instinctively know they are the prize of the day. The surrounding ground becomes covered with rabbit and quail scurrying around looking for dinner and playing in the open. It was a memorable trip for me, and one I could hardly wait for my Dad to experience.

My grandfather was not a hunter. He raised cattle and farmed. He always enjoyed visiting with the hunters in the area around the farm, but he felt that a farmer didn't have the time to waste on hunting and fishing for pleasure - even if you did eat your kill. He concentrated his time on his crops and his cattle. As a result, Dad never did get into hunting or fishing...well, that coupled with the fact that being a full-time minister along with keeping up the farm did not leave much time for fishing and hunting. I think that is one of the joys opened up to him whenever my little brother came along. Andy had loved it from day one. Dad enjoyed watching the pleasure it brought to him, possibly living vicariously through Andy's experiences.

It was not easy talking Dad into taking the trip. It was evident he wanted to go, but unbeknownst to us, he was already having issues and was concerned about bathroom accomodations. He was especially concerned about the nine hour trip. After much coaxing from my little brother and reassurance from Charlie that they would take their time and stop whenever he needed a break, Dad agreed to go. Once his mind was made up, he never looked back...and I am so thankful he didn't.

He reminded me of a giddy little kid the morning they got up at 4:30 AM to head out. Giving Mom a quick peck on the lips and swat on the rear, he promised to return late Sunday evening. His answer to her warning to behave and be careful was a grin, a chuckle, and a retort that she had better talk to the two boys he was riding with. Sometime later that morning he called Mom asking her if she could hear him clearly. Thinking they were in an area with low signal, she replied that he wasn't breaking up at all. Dad's reply? "Well, you know I'm riding with Charlie, and as fast as he's going, I figured it would take a little while for my voice to catch up with real time!"

I don't know if the Davis's will ever know just how much their kindness in allowing that trip  truly meant to my Dad, my brother, and my husband. That was one of the last trips Dad was able to enjoy, and he had the time of his life. He came back with stories galore, but his favorite was the one about the older man whipping the younger man's behind over stealing a seat at the hunter's feast. I am not sure whether something like that has ever happened before or will ever happen again, but it truly cracked him up.

God saw fit for it to snow while he was there, and that was another source of joy for him. Dad was never one for especially liking to have pictures taken of himself. On this trip, however, there were several times he would pose somewhere and ask Charlie to take the picture and "send it back to the girls." One of my favorites is the one below where he was hamming it up by the Davis road sign at the lease.

As the trip wound down and they drove into the driveway tired, smelly, and happy as clams, Dad asked for one more set of pictures. Before heading back to Livingston he wanted to take pictures with Charlie and Andy because he "never wanted to forget the trip he was afraid to take but was so thankful he made." That was the closest he got to the river trip he so wanted to make at Big Bend with all of the guys. After raising three girls, he loved having his son and son-in-laws in his life. There was no mistaking the fact that he loved us all, but I am so thankful for the times Dad was able to have guy time. He so deserved that after all of the estrogen he put up with for so many years.

 

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