I was born in a Christian family, and my grandparents and uncles are all Christians. When I was fourteen, my parents also came to the Lord after having seen His great power. From then on, whatever difficulties I had, I would pray to the Lord Jesus and thus got a taste of His grace and protection. As time went by, many people in my hometown started to illegally enter other countries in order to earn money and escape the life of poverty. I joined them at the age of eighteen. But unlike them, I always had the presence of the Lord wherever I went. On the way, some of my fellow townsmen suffered many setbacks, and some even died halfway. I, however, took the plane all the way to the United States and arrived there safely. At that time, I believed that no matter how great the difficulties ahead, I would be able to get through them easily with the help of the Lord.