Susee Mable and friend, Andhra Pradesh (1960s) © Anandaraju Family Archives |
Posted by: Suhasini
Thoughts and Observations on Spirituality from a Christian Perspective.
"Silent Meditations" was once lovingly and diligently written by darling mother and wife, and the love of our lives: the late Susee Mable (Chanty) Anandaraju (née Benjamin/Mylabathula). This blog is now maintained in tribute to her life and legacy, in loving memory by the Anandaraju Family.
Susee Mable and Solomon Injety, SDA General Conference, Indiana, 1990 (photograph: Ethel Injety) |
She was a rugged Christian with dynamic faith. She was an eloquent and relentless crusader for righteousness in the family and the small selected contacts she owned. She kept all evil doers far away from her and that is why she had God fearing people as her few friends.
She always spoke with courage, with deepest human understanding, and with stimulating hope. To know her was to love her. Yes a two year vision of your hope dim vision is becoming clearer: why she left us in a hurry. She was a champion of God's mold. What she did for you was in a hurry and taught you clearly how to follow. We loose best things fast.
I want to join with you today with these thoughts, celebrating my pleasant memories of my beloved child of God. To me her life is an every day celebration, an inspiration. All three of you rejoice in the Lord Always. Happy Anniversary.
Love, Bavaiah Solomon Injety
Susee Mable, Ethel Margaret and Solomon Injety Hyderabad, India, 1974 |
© Anandaraju Family Archives |
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.”—John 14:1-4
Susee Mable (far right) and friends with Victoriamma (far left) and Pastor M. Benjamin (back) © Anandaraju Family Archives |
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