Iwas born and raised in Malaysia.  My parents are loving and hardworking immigrants from China and are highly respected in the town we lived.  As a child, I was happy and content as I was well-loved and accepted by my family and friends in the neighborhood.

I remember a serious conversation with my mother after she enrolled me in first grade.  She told me the story of Florence Nightingale and told me that the purpose of education and my existence is like a candle that would bring light and warmth to people around me.  In my innocent and naive spirit, I told her that I would be a nurse when I grow up and go to Africa to teach the children there how to brush their teeth.

On the first day of school, I was greeted by a girl a head taller than me by the name of Liam.  She was very fond of me and adored me very much as if I were a princess.  We became good friends instantly. One day Liam fainted at school near the end of the first semester.  A few days later, I received news that she had passed away.  The news shocked me and changed the “fairy-tale” world I idealized forever.  I remembered vividly in my mind a sad and pitiful scene I witnessed one day after school. Liam’s mother was holding her daughter’s picture crying while kneeling by the side of the road near the school.  Children were throwing stones and spitting at her. I was angry at them.  My cousin stopped me from helping her in fear that I might be hurt as well.  Some people were saying that Liam’s family was cursed.  Her mother must have done something evil, and that was why god was punishing her.  Liam’s older sister had mental developmental disabilities; her father left them when she was just a young toddler; and now the only hope and pride, Liam passed away suddenly.  A few weeks later I saw some children happily celebrate when Liam’s mother was taken and locked up in a mental institute.

The following semester, our lives went on as if Liam never existed before.  However, deep in my heart it was never the same again.  I lost the joyful smile and any interest in living as my heart was filled with anger and bitterness against god and people.  Most of all, I was ashamed and hated myself for not being able to do anything for Liam’s family.

When I was around ten years old, I was surprised to learn that God is a God of love.  He loves sinful and rebellious man so much that He was willing to die for us in a most tragic and humiliating death.  It blew my mind to learn that a great and mighty God desires a personal relationship with me.  It was the Christian God from whom I began to learn that He created the universe and all of creation, the fall of man and His redemption plan for mankind.  This brought me a glimmer of hope that was desperately needed in my heart.  I learnt that He is the Alpha and Omega, the First and the End.  Then in the quiet corner in my house, I asked for forgiveness for my sins and invited Jesus to be my personal Saviour and Lord of my life.  That day was the day after Christmas in 1979.  From then on I began to see God transform my life in amazing ways.  I was filled with joy once more and felt a renewed sense of excitement and passion for life again.

After becoming a Christian, I had a hunger and desire to learn more about God.  Every Sunday afternoon I would listen faithfully to radio broadcast, “Good Tidings” for half an hour.  I wrote for Christian literatures so that I can learn more about God.  In 1983, I joined a Christian Student Fellowship at a church.  Very quickly, I was invited to serve on the committee and became very involved and active in the church.  I was baptized on April 17, 1984.  From then on, my whole life was about following and living for God.  I have committed myself to a life of worship and service to God.  There are three things that I sought to do for the last thirty plus years of my life and will continue to do:

1. I seek to magnify my God in all that I do (Luke 1:46).
2. I take delight in the Lord alone (Psalms 37:4).
3. I always pray for a pure heart in serving Him (Matthew 5:8).

By God’s grace and mercy, I was called to be the wife of a pastor.  He also places a burden and love in my heart for the weary and wounded; and calls me to be a friend of the broken-hearted.