(Minghui.org) I went to visit a fellow practitioner last summer. It started to rain as I was ready to go home. The fellow practitioner lent me a coat to wear.
I was walking on the street and a car stopped next to me. The driver rolled down the window and asked if I would like a ride. I said, “No thank you! I’ll be fine.”
Another driver asked me the same question a while later, but I again declined. I could hear the sound of the raindrops hitting the roofs of houses, but I didn’t feel like I was in the rain.
When I arrived home, my clothes were still dry, but it was indeed raining outside. A warm flow of energy flushed through my body. I realized Master was right next to me, protecting me from the rain. Tears came to my eyes. I said in my mind, “Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!” I was filled with strong faith in Falun Dafa.
The outbreak of the CCP virus caused forced quarantines in residential areas and villages, but it can’t stop me from going out to let people know about Dafa. I print materials and distribute them with fellow practitioners. I feel that I haven’t done enough. Knowing that Master is protecting me at all times, I’m determined to save more sentient beings.
“301 Hasn’t Been Covered”
I went to my bank with my I.D. and my savings certificate a few years ago. Before I left home, I had put a dozen truth-clarification brochures in my handbag to distribute on my way. I thought I made sure that the brochures didn’t mix with my I.D.
I entered a residential building and started hanging brochures on the door handles. I thought I had covered all of the apartments in the building, so I started to head out. A clear voice suddenly told me, “301 hasn’t been covered.” I thought, “Did I miss it? But I went from door to door?” I continued to leave the building. As I was about to step out of the main entrance, I heard the voice louder and more certain, “301 hasn’t been covered!”
“Okay, I should go back,” I thought. As I approached the door of apartment 301, I noticed that the brochure had fallen to the floor and my I.D. card was lying on top of it.
“Ah!” My heart started beating rapidly–how dangerous. I realized that Master had been protecting me. Master has been next to me, protecting me the whole time.
Tears came to my eyes. I pressed my hands together in front of my chest, “Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!”
Thinking back about what happened that day, I realized how dangerous it was to drop my I.D. card. Master not only protected me but also warned me not to mix clarifying the truth with my mundane errands. Offering salvation requires a pure mind and dedication.
