First of all I have to thank God for His patience and faith in me. I was a nobody who was given a chance to be a part of something great. So Praise God for trusting us with such a task.
Like many Asian families, I was one who immigrated here by boat. My mom daringly ventured into a frightful experience in which life is no different then death. On top of that, she put a six month old baby's life above hers. She fed me first even though she was dry of thirst and food. Everything she did was to see life dwell in me, with hope of a possible future for us.
We of course knew it was the hand of God who was with us, however we didn't know Him.
We finally arrived in California after about three years in camp. My parents united and life was splendid. Not really. My parents went to work, made friends, and got to know people here and there. Around the age of five I found myself in a garage being molested by my dad's friend's younger brother for the first time. I don't remember what lead up to it or how it happened but it didn't stop. Every time our two families met he would take me aside and confused by it all I didn't say a word. I remember one night as we were driving home I prayed that God will help and do something just to make it stop. The next thing I knew my dad found a job opportunity in Maine, and eventually we left the horrendous nightmare behind. This was the miracle that changed my life.
I still didn't know God or experience Him in any other way, but I do remember inviting Him into my life many times.
Of course childhood was not great because of what happened. Even though I left physically, emotionally it still haunts my every step. After moving from one place to another we eventually moved back to California after my parents' divorce. There I was face to face with the real thing. It wasn't just the past, the present was here, but I didn't expose it. I left it hidden, and somewhat forgotten.
The summer before my junior year in high school we found out my mom had cancer. She went through surgery, however the cancer had spread and there was no hope. During that same time I was introduced to the one true God. The one who gave me hope when everybody else said there was none. I was truly at peace with myself and with the situation. A few months back before the cancer was out of control I went to winter camp where I experience God for the first time. Then following that, I went to a conference at Bethel Church, in Redding, California where I was released from hate and was cleansed from all blemishes. I was finally free.
God was with me throughout all my trials. He uplifted me, loved me, and made me feel truly loved for the first time and He still does. Even though my mom is not physically here with me I thank God for choosing her to be a part of His kingdom and taking away all the stress and heartache that this world has to offer her. She is in a better place and soon I will see her when my job is done. Amen.