Test Test

I was born in New York. I had a happy life, a happy family and I lived my life as a sinner. My father is a serious Buddhist. Every morning, he wakes up, and the children will have to chant along with him.
At the age of seven, my parents divorced, and all the children were brought to Malaysia, the place where my father was born. His relatives (my aunt and grandma) took care of us. Dad had to leave us in Malaysia and come back to the States to work.
Once we got to Malaysia, our life totally changed. My elder brother, Wilson, and I were not allowed to sit on the sofas, we couldn't watch television, we couldn't eat together with other people, and we had to do all the house chores. We were basically unpaid servants, but what was more is that we were totally under control of my grandma.
About three years later, my dad wasn't healthy, and the money he sent for our expenses wasn't enough to cover our lives. So, Wilson had to come back to New York. I stayed alone with my younger brother, Charlton.
Life was never better, and it could never be worse. From small, there was something about Christians that made me want to know them more. But being under the relative’s coverage, I wasn't allowed to call my friends, go any where else than school, and they were Taoism. They dislike Christianity.
One day, as my grandma handed me a bag of garbage, I found a small, blue book. I took it out, and started reading the book. It talks about this man, Jesus Christ, and I wondered who would write the same stories over and over again. I knew it had something to do with Jesus, but I didn’t know that that is the New Testament, talking about God.
As the days pass by, I came to know a classmate. She is a serious Christian. She pointed me to Christ; with strength, understanding and encouragement to go on in life. There were many times I tried to commit suicide, but I never succeeded. She bought a brand new bible for me from her hometown, and the next day it was gone. More people gave me bibles, but the next day it would be gone again. My aunt confiscated it from me.

She warned me not to be a Christian. I wasn't allowed to have any connection with God. When I listened to gospel music, I would stand beside the player to get ready to turn it off when my aunt comes. The only way I did connect to God was through my diary, where I would write all my feelings and everything to God. Even the diary, my aunt read it and she thought I was writing to my dad, until she read something like, "Dear Father in Heaven.....Jesus Christ....."

As I was so comfortable and happy with my sister in Christ in class, she had to leave to another state. Once in a while, I would sneak to church, but my aunt found out too. I didn't know anything about God other than He is God.

When it was second year in college, I had to go to KL, another state in Malaysia for internship. That means I was not under any control.

KL is also the state my sister I met in high school, whom I cried one whole day over, was staying. I e-mailed her to let her know my address and I told her I wanted to go to church. Over there, God amazingly revealed himself to me; his greatness, his power and God glorified himself right in front of my eyes. I was baptized, and I finally received Christ as my savior.
Praise God, He sent his my dad to bring me back to the US. On eighth of August, 2007, I reached San Diego, California, thanks to Jesus Christ! I finally live with mom after 15 years not seeing her, and Wilson, after 13 years being apart.
God allowed crazy things to happen to me in my life, lots more than just what I wrote down here. But I PRAISE MY GOD for it all. I have learned so much, yet so little about God and other things – which I would never be able to understand if I didn’t go through all this. PTL!!!
God is great, amazing, and indescribable, beyond comprehension, beyond understanding......Praise God, I praise him for everything! Especially, for SAVING ME!!! =)