Shreya Rajiv Yangad

April 2005, I was 4 years old when one of my aunts went to be with the Lord and I attended her funeral. After the funeral I had several questions in my mind and I started asking my Dad all those questions. 

Though it was in the middle of the night, my Dad patiently answered those questions which led me to my salvation.

I asked my Dad, how come we can’t see God. Does he really exist? We were laying on a bed, he paused and then asked me to lift my hand up and asked me what I felt. I told him I feel the air on my hand. He then asked me whether I see that air and I told him that I don’t. So, he explained and said that it is the same with God. He exists but we don’t see Him.