• DANCE IN THE RAINLife is not about waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning to dance in the rain.- Vivian Greene

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Sometimes my faith shakes when my dreams are shattered.

I wonder where God is in the midst of my suffering. I cannot sense his presence. I feel alone and afraid. My faith wavers. I question what I have long believed. I wonder what is real, especially when my experience doesn’t match my expectations.

This wavering deeply troubles me. I have tasted God’s goodness, enjoyed close fellowship with him, rested in his tender care. I have known both his power and his love. Yet in the midst of profound struggle, I have no answers. Just questions.

John the Baptist understood this struggle as he waited in prison. He, above all men, knew who Jesus was. Even in the womb, he leapt for joy in the presence of the unborn Savior. At the beginning of Jesus’s ministry, before any of his miracles, John declared, “Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!” (John 1:29). He baptized Jesus and saw God’s Spirit descend on him, testifying that he indeed was the Son of God.

And yet, at the height of Jesus’s ministry, John sent word to him from prison, asking, “Are you the one who is to come, or shall we look for another?” (Matthew 11:2–3). At one point, John was sure that Jesus was the Messiah. Jesus further confirmed his divinity by performing miracles, yet now John was wondering what was true.

Why?

Unfulfilled Expectations

John knew from Scripture that he who gave the blind sight, made the lame walk, and preached good news to the poor could surely “open the prison of those who were bound” as prophesied in Isaiah 61:1. But Jesus didn’t do that for John.

So perhaps at this point, John doubted what he knew. If Jesus was indeed the Messiah, John probably expected to have a role in his earthly kingdom. He wouldn’t have expected to start with such a high calling, preparing the way of the Lord in the wilderness, only to end his life and his ministry in a small prison cell. Besides, John preached that the Messiah would come with an unquenchable fire. With judgment. With power. He likely expected that to be in his lifetime.

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  • August 17, 2017 - 1:48 pm

    Diane - Thank you for this post, Vaneetha. It has encouraged me greatly and helped me not feel so alone in my struggles this morning.

    I pray frequently for you. Thank you for being so generous of yourself in the midst of your trials. May you be encouraged today as you have been such an encourager to others.ReplyCancel

    • August 17, 2017 - 3:48 pm

      Vaneetha - I’m thankful that this post encouraged you, Diane. And thank you for your prayers. That means a lot.ReplyCancel

  • August 17, 2017 - 11:18 pm

    Jacob David - Thank you Vaneetha for sharing. This is a great encouragement as go through similar situations.ReplyCancel

  • August 18, 2017 - 7:53 am

    John - Thank you for this post. This is so good: “He has to dwell on what he knows to be true rather than fixate on his circumstances.”ReplyCancel

    • August 18, 2017 - 5:28 pm

      Vaneetha - Thanks for writing, John. I have to constantly remind myself of that….ReplyCancel

  • August 18, 2017 - 8:08 am

    Kathy - It is so encouraging to hear my feelings are not as strange as I think they are. I’m feeling so much of what you are saying, and feeling guilty for doing so because I do know who God is…just not feeling it right now with all the circumstances around me. Thank you, again!ReplyCancel

    • August 18, 2017 - 5:29 pm

      Vaneetha - I understand how hard it is not to fixate on my circumstances rather than focus on what I know to be true…ReplyCancel

  • August 18, 2017 - 9:42 am

    Leslie Cardwell - This blessed me so much. This is where God has been working in my life. Thank you!
    LeslieReplyCancel

  • August 18, 2017 - 11:51 am

    Mike R - So helpful–glad you reposted it. Indeed Satan has not changed his ways–“Did God really say..?” And when my world shakes I sink into confusion, revealing that I am not unlike John the Baptist, or the disciples as they could not grasp that Jesus did not come to pull the sword from the stone but came to be nailed to a cross.

    Thank you for describing so well the experience of Christians. I want more faith, but not the means that God has chosen to build my trust in him. I want the crown, not the cross.ReplyCancel

    • August 18, 2017 - 5:30 pm

      Vaneetha - Totally agree, Mike. Thanks for writing. The crown is always more “shiny” than the cross…ReplyCancel

  • August 18, 2017 - 4:16 pm

    Juliano - We can see the glory of God in your life Vaneetha. When I heard about your testimony and about all the chalenges you had to face, all I could to say was: “Glory to God”! God has done wonderfull things and you are one of them.
    God bless you and sustain you in your ministry.ReplyCancel

    • August 18, 2017 - 5:32 pm

      Vaneetha - Thank you, Juliano. I so appreciate your encouragement.ReplyCancel

  • August 18, 2017 - 5:47 pm

    C. Lewellyn - Indeed, none of us will really know or understand why God has allowed some of His children to face such terrible trials in this life. I really appreciate your honesty in admitting how hard it can be to trust in God’s goodness, to cling to your faith when your whole world has exploded. I am so sick of the “plastic, fantastic Christianity”, where everyone wears a fake smile, never lets anyone see the deep hurts, and acts like everything is wonderful if you love Jesus and have enough faith. Then when a new believer encounters problems, or a prayer is not answered the way they want it to be, they are angry and feel betrayed because they have never seen another Christian actually handle such things. It is time for us to take off the masks, be real and share our struggles and triumphs, to be the body of Christ and encourage one another, not just be fake and cover up the parts of our lives that are not perfect. We can work together to help each other put on the full armor of God so that we can stand up and glorify God even in the trials.ReplyCancel

    • August 30, 2017 - 8:39 pm

      Vaneetha - I so agree! Life is hard and we all struggle with doubt and fear– and when we are open about that, its much more God-honoring. I’d never heard of “plastic, fantastic Christianity.” What a great description- I’ll be using it again! Thank you for writing.ReplyCancel

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I have long wanted to be the perfect parent.

When my children were born, I wanted them to come with a user’s manual. Instructions would have been nice. Especially after they could talk.

I wanted to parent my daughters well. Perfectly, actually. I assumed that if I encouraged and disciplined exactly the right way, I would produce perfect children. It made sense to me. I just needed to find the right formula.

I read and listened to Growing Kids God’s Way faithfully to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. I tried to model grace and instill obedience. But sometimes my children disobeyed and said things that would have set James Dobson’s hair on end. And sometimes I said and did things that would have done the same.

The harder I tried to be the perfect parent, the more I failed.

I started family devotions with great excitement but became easily discouraged if they were poorly received. I nagged when I should have listened and was lenient when I should have been consistent. I compared myself to friends and even strangers. They all seemed to parent better. More consistently. More graciously.

Somehow I felt my children were walking billboards, advertising my competence as a parent. And a person.

As a result, they needed to make me look good. And often they did. But in the moments when I felt scrutinized the most, my children performed the worst. Screaming when I said “no,” challenging my authority, eye rolling in defiance.

I rarely responded well and usually left those encounters feeling humbled and defeated.

God, in His wisdom, knew that was the best outcome for me.

Before I had children, I thought I was patient and easygoing. Focused on others. Not easily ruffled. But parenting has exposed my weaknesses and sin as I struggle with people who live and breathe in the space that was once reserved just for me. They have needs that must be met, sin that needs sanctification, and character that requires training.

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  • August 11, 2017 - 8:45 am

    Mary Ellen Kenline - Spot on! It has taken me 20 years to realize that He is the one at work both in me and my kids, and He is worthy of all my trust and all my obedience. Thanks for sharing your testimony with such well-written words!ReplyCancel

    • August 11, 2017 - 4:56 pm

      Vaneetha - Its taken me a long time too! 🙂 Thanks for writing!ReplyCancel

  • August 11, 2017 - 9:28 pm

    Lori - How can I parent my 17 year old daughter. She lives with her dad. She likes to spend time with her friends. I sometimes see her on a Saturday if she doesn’t see her friends.ReplyCancel

    • August 12, 2017 - 5:58 pm

      Vaneetha - I can imagine this is so hard…I’d pray, pray, pray for wisdom and grace. Praying that the Lord will direct you.ReplyCancel

  • August 14, 2017 - 9:10 pm

    Ann - I have read your story and a few of your articles, and I am captivated by your joy in spite of your suffering…your fellowship with Christ is obvious and your insights so encouraging. I am glad I found your website (through Desiring God)…I just wish we could hang out 🙂ReplyCancel

    • August 15, 2017 - 4:53 pm

      Vaneetha - So glad the Lord is using my writing to encourage you! Thanks for encouraging me!ReplyCancel

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Can you imagine living with 50 years of quadriplegia? Relying on others for your every need, unable to care for yourself, needing help even to blow your nose?

Joni Eareckson Tada can. On July 30, 1967, when she was 17 years old, Joni was paralyzed from the neck down when she dove into deceptively shallow water in the Chesapeake Bay. This month marks 50 years that Joni has lived as a quadriplegic. From an outside perspective, it seems impossible to endure what Joni has endured and come out praising Jesus. But she has.

In her latest devotional, A Spectacle of Glory, Joni shares, “I happened to hear recently the old Beatles classic “Here Comes the Sun” – a song I listened to when I was first injured. It reminded me of the dark, depressing days in the hospital when I thought I would never smile again, would never see the sunlight of hope. And now, nearly 50 years later, I still find myself thinking, how in the world did I ever make it? But here I am, living in joyful hope as though it were sunshine. How did that happen? Here’s how: day after day, month after month, year after year, I simply cast myself on Jesus. I clung to his name, crying out constantly, “Oh Jesus!”

Joni, who lives in joyful hope as though it were sunshine, has had to endure more than quadriplegia. She was diagnosed with Stage III breast cancer in 2010. And she lives with crushing chronic pain. To Joni, quadriplegia isn’t a big deal anymore; she’s learned to live with that. But the pain is hard to get used to, as it invades her life every day.

This week I had the privilege of speaking with Ama Cruz, who helps serve Joni. Ama is the mother of Nathan Cruz, who is a summer intern for my husband Joel. What a joy it was to discover that we both knew Joni. When Ama first started serving in the Tada home 1 ½ years ago, she was excited about getting to know Joni personally. But more importantly, she wanted to meet God through the lens of Joni. And she has. She has seen firsthand the faithfulness of God who lavishes grace on us.

Someone from Joni’s wake-up crew, affectionately known as “the Get-up Girls” who are pictured above, is there every morning to get her ready. And they get her ready regardless of whether Joni has slept well or not, whether she’s in agony or not, whether she wants to get up or not. Because she relies on helpers who are scheduled in advance, Joni doesn’t have the luxury of changing her mind at the last minute. Joni can’t hit the snooze alarm and decide she wants a little more sleep.

Often she is exhausted, but she continues to persevere. As she prays in her devotional, “Lord Jesus, sometimes I think my worst enemy is just being so tired – tired of the physical hassles, tired of the pain, tired of fighting off the whispers and mockery of the enemy. My stamina is almost gone and my tank is almost empty. Come quickly to my side. Be the strength and song I can’t pull together on my own.”

In a podcast interview, Joni said As a quadriplegic, I wake up in the morning and it’s hard. It is so hard having somebody else come into your bedroom [to brush your teeth and your hair]. It’s overwhelming at times,” she said. “During those times, I say, ‘Lord God, I cannot do this, but I can do all things through you as you strengthen me.’

Those who serve Joni can attest to the fact that Christ is her strength; she doesn’t complain. Ama says, “She doesn’t rant or grumble even though she is immersed in chronic pain and cannot use her body. Suffering is her constant companion, yet the Spirit of God is her comforter so she is always gracious. This is an act of the Holy Spirit.”

Joni sees that her response to suffering matters. In A Spectacle of Glory, she says, “In your natural self, you might complain about your routine or difficulties. In God’s strength, however, you bite your tongue and refuse to grumble, because you recognize God in those very situations.” She goes on to say, “I want [God] to gain glory through the way I live out this “normal” day… that people would see a difference between the way I would naturally respond and the way [God] enables me to respond by [his] Spirit. May people who observe my life see that gap and give the credit to [God].”

Joni doesn’t want the credit for herself. She wants it all to go to Jesus and encourages believers not to take the credit for strength in the midst of trials. Joni says, “Yes, we may show flashes of great strength in dark and desperate times – but it’s not our strength. For those who battle daily with chronic pain or physical disabilities, the reminders of our weakness are even more stark; we can never really forget how powerless we are. But that’s good!”

What has Ama learned after being with Joni? She’s learned to be grateful for all things. She understands that God intimately knows our pain and suffering. He doesn’t just meet us in our pain and suffering – he’s already there, waiting for us. And through serving Joni and her husband Ken, Ama has seen the great God they serve. A God who meets the disabled around the world and offers them his grace.

Ama has also worked with the ministry of Joni and Friends (JAF), and is quick to say that the ministry is not fundamentally about Joni. It is about trusting God and relying on his grace in all aspects of our lives. It’s about loving and embracing the disabled and disenfranchised, rather than overlooking them. It’s about ministering to the families of people affected by disability all over the world, sharing the gospel of hope.

Joni and Friends and their Wheels for the World program is changing lives. Ama, who has visited numerous countries with JAF, shared how people with disabilities in poorer countries struggle with no relief. They are marginalized and shunned, often treated as cursed. Ama vividly remembers a woman, lying prostrate on the dirt floor, begging God to let her live one day longer than her disabled son because otherwise no one would bother to care for him. Ama was heartbroken for her, yet marveled at this woman’s extraordinary walk with God.

Joni, along with countless disabled people and their families around the world, lives with a breathtaking dependence on Jesus and a supernatural sense of God’s presence. Joni says: “I wish I could adequately describe what it’s like when I’m aware of the overwhelming presence and power of God’s grace in my life. It’s like “living above” my wheelchair in a strata of heart-splitting joy that comes with God-breathed courage to tackle whatever lies ahead! Frankly, I believe that the more aware you are of God’s grace, the more joy and courage you will have. This raises the question: when are we most aware of God’s grace? It isn’t when we are riding high with the string of green lights and open doors before us. No, it’s when we are needy and feeling spiritually impoverished.”

Heart-splitting joy, God-breathed courage, the overwhelming presence and power of God- what a spectacular testimony to God’s grace.  Looking at the life of Joni Eareckson Tada, who after 50 years of quadriplegia is even more convinced that God’s grace is sufficient for her, I am in awe. Not in awe of Joni, but in awe of the God who comes to us in our suffering, gives us courage to tackle what lies ahead, who alone is worthy of all honor and praise.

 

 

 

  • July 21, 2017 - 9:41 am

    Jennifer - Beautiful tribute Vaneetha. To God and to Joni.ReplyCancel

  • July 21, 2017 - 1:29 pm

    Ama Cruz - Thank you, Vaneetha for showcasing God’s “iron clad” faithfulness, everlasting love, and always-amazing grace on Joni’s life. Joni is a living example to us all, to strive to be like Christ, making holiness our daily pursuit.ReplyCancel

    • July 21, 2017 - 5:21 pm

      Vaneetha - Thank you, Ama. It was such a joy to talk to you.ReplyCancel

  • July 23, 2017 - 5:00 pm

    Barbara Allen - Thank you for sharing what you have learned from zjoni and her “storm”. I can identify with what you have witnessed. My brother, at age 19 was injured in a football accident and has been a quad for 47 years (if I have the years right). God brought a lovely young nurse into his life, they married, and have three adopted daughters and one natural born son. Like Joni, he has determined to live for Christ and ministers in so many ways to others. He has been used in Michigan to help handicap people learn how they can become independent. Their family has attended and benefited from Joni and Friends Csmps. From theses two, who struggle to get ready to meet each new day I have gained a new love and respect for those who have physical difficulties and do not use what they go through as an excuse for not allowing Gid to use them. Your article was a good reminder for me, a 76 year old, who still works and desires to be used of God in all I do.ReplyCancel

    • July 23, 2017 - 9:03 pm

      Vaneetha - Thank you so much for sharing that, Barbara. Your brother sounds like an amazing man. I love hearing about people who honor the Lord, even in the worst of circumstances. It’s such an inspiration to us all.ReplyCancel

  • July 25, 2017 - 8:39 am

    Cheryl - Reading about Joni was very moving and made me realize how small my troubles are. I remember hearing about Joni’s story, and watching the movie about her life, but it’s been years since I’ve read about her life today. Thank you so much for sharing.ReplyCancel

  • August 12, 2017 - 3:11 pm

    Barbara H. - I cannot imagine living in a wheelchair and with chronic pain. I’m just recovering from surgery, and the misery is lightened by the knowledge that everything will be better and back to “normal” soon. But when there is no going back to a previous normal, and this IS the new normal – all I can say is that I am so thankful for God’s grace in Joni’s life and her willingness to let it shine through her. I have this book on my birthday wish list.ReplyCancel

    • August 12, 2017 - 5:49 pm

      Vaneetha - I am so thankful for God’s grace in Joni’s life as well. Its a great devotional- I highly recommend it!ReplyCancel

  • August 14, 2017 - 8:34 am

    It’s not for nothing | Stray Thoughts - […] to do that. I read a number of articles about this milestone, especially her testimony here, but this one had me thinking for a long while afterward, not just about Joni, but about her […]ReplyCancel

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In the middle of giving a talk a few years ago, I almost broke down. As I was recounting how I had begged God to save the life of my son, I felt my chest tighten. I remembered how desperate I felt. How sure I was that my begging would be effective. How much I wanted God to do what I had asked.

After all, he is God. Nothing is impossible for him. I had never wanted anything so much in my life, and it was almost inconceivable that God would say “no” to such an earnest request. It seemed good and right and in keeping with God’s character.

But God did say “no.” Even as I was pleading for my son’s life, he was dying. How does a good God let that happen? I couldn’t understand that. And I remembered with vivid clarity many other times that I had begged God for things that he refused.  As a child, I begged God to heal me. In my twenties, I begged God to repair a broken romantic relationship. And several years ago, I begged God to bring my husband back.

I wondered even as I was speaking, “Why doesn’t God answer my deepest prayers?” Of course, I had thought through my theology before delivering my message. My talk was about finding God in the middle of our mess. The point of my talk was that God uses all things in our lives for our joy and his glory.

But as I was saying the words, “I begged God…” I was flooded with the emotions that I had felt decades earlier. Once again, I felt the raw pain of begging God and wondering why he had not answered me the way I wanted. At the time, I had felt abandoned. At the time, it seemed as though God didn’t care at all.

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  • July 6, 2017 - 11:16 pm

    Marquida - Beautiful!ReplyCancel

  • July 7, 2017 - 4:18 pm

    MIke R - Thank you, Vanessa. Your comment, “…temporary pleasures and perpetual emptiness” is truly what I would choose, if left up to me. I have often failed to see that to be free of sickness is a temporary pleasure. It is the crucible of trial that has given you your ministry…and your credentials, a PhD in Pain and Suffering.

    “…smooth sailing in spiritually shallow waters” is another truth that applies to me. I want relief from trials, not to know God in the great depth. A magic wand instead of spiritual surgery. Happy mountain instead of dark valley. And honorary PhD instead of one that is earned.ReplyCancel

    • July 8, 2017 - 4:43 pm

      Vaneetha - A PhD in pain and suffering. Great analogy. Judging from your past comments, Mike, I know you have earned this degree yourself. Though not probably what you would have chosen, one day it will indeed reap untold rewards.ReplyCancel

  • July 7, 2017 - 5:48 pm

    Cindy - Vaneetha, this has put a big lump in my throat. Thank you for sharing your heart. One day in heaven….ReplyCancel

    • July 8, 2017 - 4:41 pm

      Vaneetha - You’re welcome, Cindy…it will be so great to meet all of our fellow sufferers and saints in heaven!ReplyCancel

  • July 7, 2017 - 7:46 pm

    Effie Darlene Barba - Beautifully written. I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote and that it will warm your heart whenever a bad day comes

    TO GOD-MY LOVE, MY HOPE, MY JOY

    My life-so filled with hopes and dreams
    Lay shattered at Your feet
    So many tears, so many pains
    I laid before Your seat

    Can I look upon Your face of love
    And question what You’ve done?
    For You have been my only hope
    My only morning sun

    You’ve seen my heart when crushed with pain
    Your hands have held it tight
    When I have been so weak, so frail
    You’ve shown Your strength, Your might

    You’ve held me close within Your arms
    When darkness filled my night
    And when I could not see my way
    Your eyes, they gave me sight

    I lay my life within Your hands
    That You may heal my soul
    And keep my eyes upon You Lord
    That I may reach Your goal

    Shine forth Your grace, Your mercy Lord
    And let me be Your light
    That all may see Your eyes of love
    The blind, they might have sight

    Let not the sorrows, nor the pains
    Bring bitterness within
    And give me strength to walk this path
    Protect my heart from sin

    I lay my heart, my soul, my dreams
    Before Your throne of love
    I lift my eyes to You, My God
    And seek Your will above

    You are the only one I need
    To fill my heart with glee
    It is Your face, my one true love
    Tis all I need to see

    So lift me up and hold me close
    Reveal Your love divine
    That through the holes within my heart
    A world might see You shine

    And if the sorrows of my past
    Can touch a wayward one
    I thank you Lord for each dark path
    That lead them to Your son

    I praise You now from mountains high
    For each dark path I’ve trod
    Twas there I found Your heart, Your love
    Twas there I found You God

    What great and wondrous joy I know
    Because You are my king
    And though the path I cannot see
    My heart will trust and sing

    A song of praise unto You Lord
    Who knows what’s best for me
    You’ll hold my hand and lead me on
    In darkness, I can see

    Your love, Your help, Your guiding hand
    Is all I’ll ever need
    So hold me close unto Your path
    For this is all I plead

    I’ll skip with joy along this path
    Though darkness may surround
    Because I know You hold my hand
    My feet will e’er touch ground

    I cannot fall outside Your love
    I cannot lose my way
    I’ll hold my broken dreams once more
    And see them real, one day

    A song of praise unto You Lord
    Who knows what’s best for me
    You’ll hold my hand and lead me on
    In darkness, I can see

    Your love, Your help, Your guiding hand
    Is all I’ll ever need
    So hold me close unto Your path
    For this is all I pleadReplyCancel

  • July 7, 2017 - 11:48 pm

    Chuck Bean - And the struggles that have shaped you, continue to be used by God to bring comfort, truth and balance to my life. “He is not a tame lion.” (CS Lewis)ReplyCancel

    • July 8, 2017 - 4:45 pm

      Vaneetha - Thank you, Chuck. So very thankful there is no waste in God’s economy…He uses everything.ReplyCancel

  • July 10, 2017 - 7:54 am

    Crystal - Wonderful article Vaneetha! It reminds me of the words Job said:

    “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.”
    – Job 13:15ReplyCancel

  • July 10, 2017 - 8:49 am

    Sharon - Dear Vaneetha. I thank God every time I read your blog because He always gives you the right words to say to reach so many when we’re hurting. I’ve asked for the easy way out on many occasions too like mos sharot of us do but I can see some of the time why He says no. Sometimes I can’t. I’m back at a cross roads in my life again , single parenthood and substandard health except this time I know I have my Father at my side holding me up. Something I didn’t realise last time so I thought I needed to work it out myself but now I know my Father is sorting it out in the background the way He, not I needs it to be done. It’s still hard for me to get my head around it at times but looking back through all thst happens i see that i have received many blessings from Him too which keeps my encouaged when I’m feeling overwhelmed with life. Your blogs are teaching me how to take one day at a time and just ride with the flow as difficult as it at times. I needed to read your words today. Bless you sharonReplyCancel

    • July 17, 2017 - 8:56 pm

      Vaneetha - So thankful God used this, Sharon. Praying for you now that He would comfort you as you walk through this difficult season.ReplyCancel

  • July 11, 2017 - 1:58 pm

    Barbara H. - Thanks so much for this. Nearly 30 years ago when I was suffering from an illness which left me unable to walk for a time, Lamentations 3:19-33 were a major help for me, especially verses 32-33: “But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies. For he doth not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men.” Knowing that these trials had some kind of purpose, even if I didn’t know what it was yet, was a comfort.ReplyCancel

  • July 12, 2017 - 3:22 pm

    Kanko - This is edifying on so many levels. I praise the Lord for you Vaneetha, I do!ReplyCancel

    • July 17, 2017 - 8:52 pm

      Vaneetha - Thank you, Kanko. So glad this was helpful to you!ReplyCancel

  • July 15, 2017 - 10:35 am

    Laudable Linkage | Stray Thoughts - […] But I Begged God. […]ReplyCancel

  • July 26, 2017 - 8:40 pm

    Paul chellappa MD - He heals all your diseases Ps103 3 very inspiring Vaneetha, I don’t know you but my sister and I grew up with your mom in madras.ReplyCancel

    • August 11, 2017 - 5:08 pm

      Vaneetha - Oh that’s wonderful, Dr. Chellapa. My mom is one of God’s greatest blessings to me!ReplyCancel

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