This is a book by a dear brother Alan Lester, a brother in Christ. We thank him for the permission to place a link here. We pray this gives strength to brothers, sisters and loved ones, as we walk Alan’s journey with him in the sad and sudden loss of his lovely wife Charleen.  As believers we do have a wonderful hope in our Lord and Saviour Christ Jesus, our only strength in times of hurt ~Elmarie

This is a love story – a story of as true a love as you will ever read! Alan writes about the loss of his true love, his dear wife Charleen. As you read the stories and memories of their marriage, I know you will join in me in saying with tears, “that is true love”. And when you start to feel the heartache and begin to wonder how you will ever one day endure such pain and loss Alan gives such hope as he shares another love story – the love story of his First Love – His Lord and Savior! Alan takes the reader on a journey of hope found in his First Love during such agonizing grief and pain and you are once again compelled to say “that is True Love”! It is only staying wrapped in the arms of his First Love, Jesus Christ and forcing himself to meditate on Biblical Truths that he is able to rejoice in suffering and awake each morning without his true love, dear Charleen! There is true hope in hurting – but Alan reveals the only way this is found! Alan has lived this out in real life as we have watched him cling to that hope in such unfathomable hurt! ~  MARDA MACK  – (PERSONAL FRIEND, WIFE OF JOSH MACK)

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SAMPLE CHAPTER

Lightning scribbled across a darkened, rugged terrain, momentarily sketching the frowning skyline of the Gouwsberg mountains rising beyond a four-strand barbed-wire fence and a stretch of thorny bushveld to my Left. Fifty-year-old Bluegum trees strained and flexed, against an aggressive blast that had charged in from the North, determined, it seemed, to uproot them. Before my numbed eyes, leaves and plant debris swept and churned, mingled with oversized raindrops that strove in vain through the gale to strike the earth. The gentle glow emitting from the screen of my well-used Blackberry Torch illuminated a small patch around me as I sat in vast blackness. I stared at the mobile phone in my Left hand, and at the familiar number I was preparing to dial. With my right hand on the steering wheel, I could hardly hear the hum of the engine as it twisted the wheels slowly forward over a rocky road. I tightened my lips, as if it would compose me; this was the hardest call I would ever make. How could I do it? Yet how could I not?  Continue reading →