I was born and grew up in a poor rural area. It was far away from the center, which resulted in a lack of open communication with many people. Our family, like every family around that area, didn’t follow any specific religions but worshiped forefathers and our ancestors. When I was young, I usually heard of Catholic Churches, but that was all. I had no idea what a Christian or who Jesus was. No one had ever told me about it.

I eventually left my home to move to southern Vietnam where I live today. This area is a multicultural area, which has various cultures and people from many regions of Vietnam. Becoming mature, I met the man who would become my husband. At first, he didn’t tell me much about Jesus or that he was a Christian. However, he usually took me to church on special occasions or weekends. I began to know more about Christianity and the Savior Jesus.

Then my husband introduced me to the Bible (especially the New Testament) and taught me about human being’s sin and Jesus’ sacrifice. Honestly, I didn’t believe in God or Jesus at first, but I got into the lessons from the Bible and the pastor’s speeches. They were just extraordinary over any philosophy I’d ever heard before. I felt the power through every word coming out from that Book. Though I didn’t decide to be a Christian, I still enjoyed listening and following these lessons.

Later, I was married to my husband and had the opportunity to meet more Christians and visited the church on Sundays more regularly. My husband began to tell me more about God and Jesus, and he began to reveal the changes in his attitude and his works to prove his faith. Every night, or whenever it rained outside, my husband usually brought out the Bible, and we began to read together. When my husband was away, I even opened and read the Bible on my own. The Bible was tough for me to understand at first. But it turned out to be the motivation, which urged me more and more to make out what this Book was trying to reveal.

The more I read, listened and meditated on the Bible, the more I understood. I could explain the reasons for problems with my life through lessons from the Bible. Gradually, faith was growing up in my soul. I acknowledged the sins deep inside humanity’s hearts, and inside myself. I eventually found the reason of my being—I confessed my sins to God, and I now know my joyfulness is in God.