I was born in Mainland, China. My Grandma from my mother's side was a very strong Christian. She raised her children in church, but the Christian value didn't get passed to me since my Grandma died when mom was only 7 years old. Since I was from a small villege, the church didn't get destroyed during the cultural revolution; therefore, I had the chance to attend church occasionally when I visited my aunt who had attended church regularly with my grandma when she was still alive. To me church is a fun place to be, because I always got candy during Christmas. But on the other hand, my grandma from my Dad's side is a Communist who is absolutely an atheist. To her Communism is the only thing which can deliver people from their poverty. With such opposite way of thinking influencing me, Communism versus Christianity, I rejected both. I just stuck my head on the books, and decided that I would find out more later after I got my knowledge, and after I am able to think without being influenced.

When I was 4 years old, Dad had left home to work in Hong Kong, and we only got to see him once a year. The separation was hard, but Dad's promise to me every year was that as soon as he earned enough money, he would take us with him. Well, this finally came true when I was 10 years old; Dad bought an apartment in Shenzhen. Grandma didn't go with us to Shenzhen, so I was without influence of communism; there was no churches around since it was a newly found city, so I thought nothing of either Communism or Christianity.

When I was 13 years old, after a long wait, we finally got to immigrate to Hong Kong to be with my dad. Soon after I arrived Hong Kong, I attended a Catholic Girls' School where we had religious knowledge class twice a week. The Bible teaching was interesting, but they were nothing but stories to me. I only thought that this Jesus that they believed in was a very nice guy who tried to help everybody. Since this class didn't count against my overall ranking in the class, I didn't take it seriously. I fell asleep very often in class and because the sister who taught us was really old, she never knew I was sleeping in class, and still thought that I was a great student since I am alway ranked in the top of my class. During this time, the aunt who had taken me to church when I was a little girl had immigrated to Hong Kong, and she started to ask me to go to church sometimes. Then I transferred to a Christian school, because it was one of the best school in HK. My prideful nature had pushed me to always seek the best. Many of my new friends in this school are Christians, and they invited me to church and fellowship, but I didn't go because I didn't want to waste my time. Some of them tried to approach me by discussing religion with me, but I was very strong-minded. I don't believe in other people that easily, so it was always a waste of effort for them. But it did get me thinking about who is this Jesus that they believe in. Is He a nice guy only? How can that many people think that he is God who is in charge of their life? And these friends I have were very smart people in the top school in HK. Very likely they would become significant people in HK. What if they were right? Am I missing out on something? Well, I never have a chance to find out then, since I was too busy taking all the examinations to become an exchange student in US. Finally when I was 16, I left home alone to come to this country, and live with an American family.

It was a very strong Christian family that I was staying with. Both of the host parents are Sunday School teachers in the church. A few days before I arrived, an accident had happened where it took away the pastor's two children's lives and left my host mother a falling apart body with broken legs and arms. People in the church believed that I am a blessing from God after the tragedy that had happened, so they loved me and prayed for me even though I was a stranger to them. I didn't understand what blessing meant, but I did enjoy the attention and the love from the church. I attend every church meeting, since I don't want to be left alone in the house and there was a warmness I felt every single time I stepped into that church. I didn't really understand it, nor was I interested in finding out what Christianity is all about. I got along greatly with my host family, they loved me as one of their own children. My host mother and I became really close friends, and I could tell her everything that was troubling me. I continued to go to church regularly, and soon I realized that I didn't go to church because I didn't want to be left along in the house; I went there because I wanted to go. I still didn't know the Lord, but I was getting really interest in the Lord. I was constantly asking my host mother about the Bible, about Christianity, about what is to come. I would talk to her until three o'clock in the morning. I was especially interested in the prophecy part, I would listen to my host mother telling me about the rapture, and get so scared that I don't dare to sleep by myself. I was very emotional that period of time, plus it was close to Chinese New Year; this was the first time I was away from all my family during the Chinese New Year. I was really really homesick. I went to church on Feb 2nd, 1992, and I was surrender, I don't know what to say, but kept on crying until a lady in the church come to me and ask if I want to accept Christ in my life, and I said yes. She lead me to pastor where he lead me to say a confessional prayer in front of the whole congregation. Life was much more meaningful after that, I had found my Savior. I also come to realize how powerful God is. He had lead me out from the small village in China where I was confused about whether communism or Christianity was right, to Shen Zhen where I was left along by communism, but forget about Him at the same time, to Hong Kong where I was exposed to Christianity, and surrounded by Christian friends, but refused to get to know Him, but He still didn't give me up, He took me across the world to this country to find Him. I continued to learn more about God afterward, but at the same time I was very concern about my family. I love them; they are the ones whom I had gone through all the hardship and happiness with; I do not want to abundant them when I go to heaven. I prayed daily for them, Until now, both my brothers have become Christians. I thank God for His grace and love that he didn't give me up even when I had rejected Him. He has given me strength when I am at the lowest point. He has given me eternal life even though I am so unworthy! God loves you too, He is willing to give you what He has given me; all you have to do is to say what I had said on Feb 2nd, 1992. Yes, Jesus, I am a sinner and you are the only one who can help me!