Thirty Years of Searching

(Minghui.org) I was born in a rural village in northwest China. For as long as I can remember, I knew I was looking for my master and a book. I forgot the name of the book, but I could remember what was in it. Since I was a child, I always loved to read books. People thought I liked reading, but, in fact, I was searching. 

Thirty Years of Searching

When I was 24, I still had not found my master. It had been so long that I forgot what my master looked like. I took a master but felt he was not the one that I was looking for.

When I was 30, a co-worker gave me a copy of the book Zhuan Falun. I knew that the book had been suppressed by the government—how could I read it? I put it in a drawer and planned to return it in a week. 

That night, I went to bed early. In my dream, I was reading Zhuan Falun, the book lying in my office drawer. The more I read it, the more I liked it. This was the book! This was the book that I had been looking for for the past 30 years! 

The next day, I asked for a half-day off and went home after lunch. I could not wait any longer and started to read it as I walked home. Opening the first page, I was sure that it was the one! I was so excited that I could hardly contain myself.

Starting to Cultivate

Although I had finally found Master, the founder of Falun Dafa, my initial excitement was soon extinguished by the ongoing persecution. I was scared. I still hoped to enjoy what life had yet to offer. I did not want to get into any trouble. 

Many years passed. On August 23, 2018, my husband was diagnosed with end-stage congestive heart failure. He was in critical condition and admitted to intensive care. The doctor told me that my husband’s condition was so bad that he was not sure if he would live through the night. 

I sat next to my husband’s bed. He had all sorts of tubes poking out of him. He was only in his 40s—how could he die now? He looked so helpless that it broke my heart. I suddenly remembered Master and realized that Master was the only one who could save him. 

While I wasn’t truly cultivating myself in the past, I promised Master that I would start to cultivate and do it well. I begged Master to save him.

I told my husband that only Falun Dafa could save his life. I also told him that he needed to make a solemn declaration on Minghui to apologize to Master for being disrespectful of Dafa, including burning Dafa books. He agreed. 

When I returned to the hospital in the afternoon after sending in his declaration, my husband was sitting on the bed, full of energy. He didn’t look critically ill at all. Several days later, he was discharged from the hospital and went back to work. 

I constantly reminded him to recite the auspicious phrases “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is good.” He agreed. Several months later, his doctor said that his “congestive heart failure” diagnosis must have been incorrect. We both know that Dafa Master saved him.

Since I promised Master that I would cultivate myself well, I have to keep my word. From that day forth, I have done the exercises and studied the Fa teachings daily and measured myself against the Fa in everything I do. 

I stopped my nagging and resenting my family. I made meals for them on time to fulfill my responsibility as a wife and a mother. My husband was delighted to see how I changed and told me that it made him very happy. He also began to help me clean up the kitchen after meals. 

When I saw my daughter playing on her phone and not doing her homework, I would look within and ask myself, “Did I spend too much time on my cellphone? Was I doing the three things well?” 

Sometimes I was so focused when studying the Fa that I forgot to fix a meal. My husband would then go fix himself something to eat without interrupting me. Then my daughter began to study and do her homework on her own. I did not have to keep reminding her anymore.

The changes in my husband and my daughter made me realize that, as long as a cultivator follows Master’s teachings, things around me would be arranged so that I could do the three things well, since that is my mission and prehistoric commitment to Master. 

Father Blessed for Supporting Dafa

I visited my parents and siblings during the 2020 Chinese New Year. It was the time when the pandemic in Wuhan was at its peak and the situation in other parts of China was being covered up. I was very concerned about my parents being affected.

I tried to show my father some news about the pandemic, but he got angry and didn’t want to listen, due to fear of the persecution. He criticized me for practicing Falun Gong and repeated some of the slanderous propaganda put out by the government. I couldn’t control my temper and left with my daughter. 

My brother later called me and said that I should not have left like that during the New Year nor should I have gotten upset with Father. He also told Father that he should not curse my belief, that he should respect my choice. I felt sorry that I didn’t handle the situation well. 

Two weeks later, my father began to have pain in one of his eyes. He went to a big hospital, but most of the doctors were off due to the pandemic. He came home with just some eye drops.

In May, my father scheduled a cataract surgery, and I tried my best to take care of him while he was in the hospital. His eye pain did not resolve after the surgery. The doctor noticed a small tumor on his eyelid and suggested doing a biopsy to see if it was benign or malignant.

After several months of conservative treatment, he was hospitalized again in November of that year. The doctor still suggested doing a biopsy of the tumor on his eyelid. If it was malignant, they would have to cut away more of his eyelid and he might be disfigured depending on how large an area they needed to remove.

It was my turn to take care of my father that night. I explained the procedure to him and asked him to sincerely say, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” He didn’t dismiss me this time, but began to say the phrases whenever he could. I also played Master’s audio lectures for him.

My father finished listening to several of the lectures before his surgery. He also agreed to make a declaration to nullify anything he’d ever said that was disrespectful of Dafa and Master in the past. 

The surgery took six hours, and everything went well. Afterward, my father kept reciting the phrases. After five months, his eye no longer hurt. The malignant tumor had been completely removed, and his appearance was hardly affected at all.

After all this, not only did my father deeply believe that Dafa is good, all my siblings were also amazed by Dafa’s miraculous power. Every time I think of my husband and my father’s recognition of Falun Dafa, I am filled with emotion—people are all waiting for the truth. And only by cultivating myself well can I better help them.

Thank you, Master, for your compassionate salvation! I can only repay you by cultivating diligently.