I’m actually quite lucky as I come to know Jesus when I was P6-12years old. But before that, in year 2002,when I was nine, my mother passed away. From then on, everything changed. My dad suffered from a slight depression and could not work or support the family anymore. Therefore, my sister has to go out and work to support the whole family. My brother had just started his poly and I’m only in primary school then. And I have to learn to be independent to look after my father as I’m the only one at home in the day. It is really a great challenge for me as I’m only nine years old at that time and knew nothing much. But lucky for the first two years, I had the help of the maid. By the time I’m P5-11years old, I no longer had a maid.

I also have to bring my dad to hospital almost every month, and tolerate with all his nonsense. Above that, I also had to try to focus on my studies. Because of this, my result in my study drop a lot and it’s very critical as I’m already P5 then and the following year would be my PSLE. Luckily when I was in P6, my sister decided to send my dad to a nursing home unwillingly so that I could concentrate in my study.

At that time when I was primary Six, my sister already knew the Lord and has been attending FCBC for about 1 month. Then one day, my sister told me about Jesus but I did not believe immediately as I have been worshipping all kinds of Gods since I was born and could not really accept it. However I still when along with her to church, as I don’t want to be alone at home. I wanted to see if God is real, hence just a few minutes before my math prelim paper I tried praying and I told Jesus that I want to finish the paper on the spot. Guess what?! I finish the math paper two minutes before the time is up. From that moment onwards, I told myself that I would accept Jesus no matter what during the next service. Soon enough the time finally arrived but just before raise up my hand something struck me. “lf I raise up my hand, I won’t be able to pray to my mother again. But if don’t, I will break my promise to God.” I thought. I’m caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. In the end, I did not rise up my hand but I rush to the consolidation room after much persuasion from my spiritual sister and aunts.

From then on, my life changed. I began to built up my faith in God, learn more about Him and even talk to my friend about him. And now, I have completed PE, SOL1 and waiting to go to SOL2. I used to be very introvert and don’t normally talk much to people. I would prefer to stay at home and do my own things. However after knowing God and the family He has given to me, I am no longer a “loner” but one who talks more and life is so much happier for me. I also learn to love my father more and also understand and appreciate what he is going through. One of my spiritual Aunty gave me tuition when she knows how bad my result is when I’m having my PSLE in a few months time. In the end, I did quite well in my PSLE and I am now in the express stream. Most importantly, I must say that I’ m blessed with the spiritual family. They are the only people whom I can talk to and seek good advice. Now, my dad had recovered quite a lot and do not have to go hospital as much as last time. As for my brother, he is going to finish his poly soon.

Praise the Lord for everything!