In Fall 2016, everything good in my life seemed to fall apart. My husband filed for divorce and abandoned our home. We had two young children, who were left confused and hurt, and I was crippled by bitterness and all-consuming pain. I was later diagnosed with a malignant growth in my right thigh muscle. I was surrounded by brokenness in every aspect of my life. Alone, I couldn’t salvage any hope in my life. Believe me, I had tried.
During this time, I would frequent Sarawak General Hospital with my sister, Ann. One day, Ann brought Louise, an Auxiliary, to visit me. Eventually, she gave me a bilingual Chinese/English Testament. I read the Scripture and found the Word comforting. It was in October when I accepted Christ into my life.
Later that year, I had two operations to remove the tumor in my thigh. As a new believer, I had many questions for God. Why were these things happening in my life? Did He care about my situation? What did I do wrong to deserve these things?
I spoke with Louise and Ann, and they encouraged me to keep my faith in God and pray without ceasing. I didn’t know much about prayer and saw it as a Christian obligation, much like reading the Bible. I had no idea there was so much power in it.
I began spending time at night in the Word of God, after putting my children to bed. As days became weeks, I sensed things starting to change because I was shifting my focus to God. I found peace in my heart that was beyond explanation.
With every hospitalization, God’s Word became my best companion—it worked better than medicine. I was in communication and relationship with the Lord when I opened Scripture. The Word comforted my heart and gave me assurance of His presence. Not only did He heal me, but God continues to make me new each and every day.
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