(Minghui.org) The Minghui.org website published a notice on March 1, 2022 stating that several Falun Dafa books (in Chinese) had been published in Taiwan. That same day, I learned that my district was to be placed on lockdown the next day. A practitioner and I quickly went to buy some materials so we could print out the books. However, I didn’t get any yellow ink, which was needed for the printing job, as I was under the impression that I still had some left.

But when I started printing, I realized that I was left with very little yellow ink. I kept searching around the house for more another bottle for the next ten days and hoped a miracle would happen.

Yesterday, I had 30 more book covers to print but I ran out of yellow ink. What should I do? I kept thinking about it the whole day and could not focus when sending forth righteous thoughts during the evening. I said to Master, “Master, please give me a small bottle of yellow ink! I really need it. Just a small bottle will do.”

After 15 minutes, I went to the place in my house where I kept the supplies and looked again to see if there was any yellow ink. When I was about to leave, I put my hand into a basket and felt a small flat bottle. What was it? A thought flashed in my mind: Ink. I put my hand into the basket again and took out the bottle. It was a bottle of yellow ink. It was really yellow ink. I was excited and said, “Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!”

I was too excited. It really was a bottle of yellow ink. Master gave it to me. It must be Master who gave it to me. I had never bought or seen the bottle before, much less used it. The packaging and the brand of the ink were also something I had never seen before. I couldn’t believe it even as I held it in my hand. Was this real? While holding the bottle, I kept thanking Master. However, I was still worried. Before going to sleep after doing the exercises and sending forth righteous thoughts, I still wondered, “Will it disappear by the morning?”

I looked for the bottle again after I woke up, and confirmed that it was really a bottle of yellow ink. After eating breakfast and finishing my household chores, I quickly poured the ink into the ink cartridge. The 30 book covers were printed after I finished reading one lecture of Zhuan Falun.

This was real. Master was by our side. There’s nothing that Master can’t do. It was Master who gave me a small bottle of yellow ink.

Thank you, Master! Thank you for Master’s grace!