I grew up in a multi-religious family. My father runs from Christian to Caodaism, my mother is Buddhism, and some of my nieces are Catholic. I had no constant faith in any religion. I believed whatever my parents told me about their God.

I got married to my husband in 1994. His family was Christian, and I accepted Christ as my Savior, learned the basic tenets of the Christian faith, and was baptized—sadly as a mere formality. For me, saving faith was merely acknowledging certain facts about Christ. As a teacher, my daily routines were teaching and taking care of my children. I went to church with my husband and my children every Sunday. I sang the anthem, replied the Bible, and listened to God’s Word for many years, but I had no experience in His presence personally.

At the beginning of 1998, I was ill. The doctor told me that I had to have an emergency operation or I would be in danger. Because of a lack of money, I tried to stand the stomachache attack. On Saturday evening of the April in 1998, I was in a recurring illness, and I said to my husband, “You will take children to worship on tomorrow morning, I can’t.” After we had dinner, my husband said, “You should go to the church tomorrow, lie down in front of the church instead of sitting and you will be prayed at the end of the worship by the pastors. I believe that the Lord will heal you.” It was too painful for me to sleep and at midnight. It was the first time I prayed to God honestly. “Lord, have mercy on me! May You heal me so that I am well to worship on tomorrow.”

At 1 AM, after an unbearable pain, blood was bleeding profusely from many parts of my body until at 3 AM the attack disappeared. I took a shower and looked forward to the worship the next morning. That was the first time I urged my husband and my children to go to church. That was the first time I gave testimony and cried in Binh Hung Church. That was the first time I knew that He was real and He loved me so much. Since that day, I read the Bible very hard, learn the Word of God, and listened to the gospel carefully.

There are many more miracles God has done in my life. The biggest miracle is God has changed my husband from an impatient man, heavy smoker, and intoxicated one to non-addicted to everything. He has given up wine, alcohol, and cigarettes.

Now I am just at home to do the housework, take care for my children; help my husband on God’s work. I have a sense of being a wife of God’s servant that I have to change my life to glorify Him and to help my husband’s ministry, set an example for my children and my family, and an excellent example to the church. My father passed away in late 2015. Thank God my father had trusted in the Christian statement of faith and accepted Jesus Christ as his Savior. “Lord, may You give me more strength, more knowledge for me to serve You, more ability for me to help my husband’s ministry, and participate in building the local church.”