Obituary of Hester K. Maddox

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Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2003
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Hester K. Maddox 
The Owingsville Outlook Thursday, August 25, 1910 
   Little Hester K. Maddox fell asleep to awake with Jesus on August 14, 
after a few days of suffering.  All was done for her that loving hands 
could do, but God wanted little Hester and He called her home to be with 
her father, Elmer Maddox, who preceded her to glory six weeks.  Her 
sufferings are over, and she sleeps that sweet and peaceful sleep of the 
redeemed in Christ until he comes and gathers his saints home to be with 
him through all eternity. 
   Dear mother, weep not for little Hester; you know where to find her.  
This is only a dressing room for eternity; and we ought to praise God 
when he sees fit to call one of our little ones home, for we know we can 
join them if we only live true to God. 
   Little Hester was born October 8, 1919.  Her stay on earth was short, 
but we miss her little form and sweet voice, and a place in our home is 
vacant.  Oh, the long agony of separation; it is awful to stand in your 
misery fighting back death from the couch of your child, trying to hold 
fast the little one and see she is growing weaker all the time; to cry 
to god to help you and to the doctor to save your child and see that it 
is of no avail; and then to know that it's spirit is gone and you have 
nothing left but the casket that held the jewel; and that in two or 
three days you must even put that away.  It's so desolate sometimes 
there are feelings of rebellion, and I resolve to feel differently when 
suddenly I come upon some little dress, picture or shoe, and how all the 
floods of the soul burst in one wail of agony.  Oh, my God, how hard it 
is to part; to close those little eyes that can never look merry at your 
coming; to kiss the little hand that can never lie upon your cheek, and 
here the voice say "Momma, I love you" and see those innocent eyes looking 
into your own and to think they are closed forever.  But God knows best 
and doeth all things well.  So dear mother, live true to God, and ever 
be ready to join little Hester where parting is no more. 

Look up, dear mother, above 
Although the billows round you swell; 
Is not your darling safe on high? 
Can you not answer "Is it Well?" 
Though we'll see her never more. 
Her little form to earth be given, 
She rests where pain and grief are o'er, 
And you can meet your child in Heaven. 
H. D. K.