She was the last of the first band of Sisters to come to Sihora, the heart of India. What trials and tribulations they experienced, these first Sisters, and yet what a sense of Divine Purpose they had. What compassion, what kindness, what love.....as they walked from home to home, village to village helping the villagers understand that they could lead a better life, a more hygienic life and an educated life. They lit the flame of literacy in these villages and through their work and their behavior drew many a soul to Christ.
Sister Annamma was bedridden for three years. I was blessed to have been close to her for three months earlier this year and then again for a short time just last month. Her eyes never lost their sparkle as she lay on her bed looking out at the sky, listening to life going on all around her....very much a part of the life of the Sevika Ashram. The local people who remember her from the days when she used to be actively at work often came to pay their respects to her. The weaving center was her baby and how she brought it up! What dedication to Christ and to His cause....And, how she was loved!
For me, she was the last of the Sisters under whose wings I grew up from babyhood to adulthood.....
