My Husband Shouted Out “Falun Dafa Is Good”

(Minghui.org) Under the compassionate protection of Master Li, Falun Dafa’s founder, I’ve walked steadily on the bumpy road of cultivation.

Once my stomach hurt for three days and nights. I couldn’t eat or drink and vomited anything I ate. My abdomen was bulging. I also had difficulty sitting up. My husband tried to persuade me to go to the hospital. He told me, “If you recover this time, I will start practicing Dafa!” I replied, “You’d better remember what you said. I will make it happen.” Because of the pain, I rolled back and forth on the bed, but I remembered Master’s words,

“It’s hard to endure, but you can endure it. It’s hard to do, but you can do it.” (The Ninth Talk, Zhuan Falun)

On the third day, I read three lectures of Zhuan Falun in all kinds of positions that allowed me to endure the pain. The more I studied the Fa that day, the more I understood the solemnity and responsibility tied to cultivation, and the more I knew what I was looking for lifetime after lifetime.

On the fourth day, a matchmaker arranged a blind date for my sister-in-law. Her date would pick her up at her home. Although we didn’t live with our in-laws, I thought it was my duty to help them greet the guests. I believe that a true cultivator doesn’t get sick. I asked myself why I was lying in bed if I was not sick. This was a test for me.

The guests wouldn’t understand that I had been going through the test. The principles practitioners follow may not be understood by ordinary people. If the guests asked about me and my in-laws told them that I was sick and that I was a practitioner, it could damage their view of Dafa. This righteous thought made me quickly get out of bed. My husband asked, “Where are you going?” I told him, “To help mom cook.” He was surprised, “Can you?” “Of course, because I am a practitioner,” I exclaimed.

On the way, I ran into a fellow practitioner from my village who was about to visit me. When she got close, she said, “I didn’t recognize you from far away. You walk wobbly and your lips are purple. What’s wrong?” I told her that I was in the midst of passing a test. Then she asked, “Where are you going?” “My in-laws had guests coming over, and I am going to help them cook,” I said. She was surprised, “Gosh, can you do it? Did they ask you to help?” I replied, “No, but I am a practitioner and helping them when guests come is what I should do.” Hearing that, she said in an encouraging tone, “Then you should go.”

When I arrived, no one noticed my abnormal condition. After my relatives and friends finished eating, I ate half a bowl of rice soaked in cold water and a half salted duck egg. I felt like my stomach was being turned upside down and I was about to vomit. I didn’t want the guests to see me like this so I briefly bid farewell and rushed back home. As soon as I arrived home, I vomited profusely. In the end, only bitter water came out. After cleaning up, I felt light and fully recovered.

When my husband came back home, he was very surprised to see that I recovered so quickly. I told him that I was all good after vomiting the dirty things. I didn’t forget to remind him, “Now you should start practicing.” He said, “I don’t have the determination like you to go through the hardships. I will not practice, but I will support you forever. I really admire you.” Then he happily shouted out, “Falun Dafa is good.”

One time, my husband wrote, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” on the wall around our house. The village’s Chinese Communist Party secretary thought it was written by me! He used to ask my husband, “It is all right that your wife practices Falun Dafa? Why did she have to write on the wall?” My husband replied, “I wrote it. The wall belongs to us. I can write anything I want on it.” “Why did you write these words,” the secretary asked. “To shock and intimidate the evil, eliminate disorder, and purge demons,” he replied. The village secretary was stunned, nodded, and smiled. This is what my husband told me happily afterward.

Through cultivation over the last twenty years, my in-law’s family, relatives, and friends have seen the magic and extraordinariness of Dafa through me. My sister-in-law and her husband often tell people that I became a better person after I started to practice Falun Dafa. Her temper has also improved.

The above is my experience of passing a test of illness karma. I am grateful to Master for his compassionate salvation.