Holding Firm to My Faith in Master Amid Ordeals

(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa before the persecution started in 1999. Under Master Li’s compassionate care, I’ve walked firmly on this path through many ups and downs and truly feel that Master is always by my side, protecting me every step of the way.

Broken Bones Set Themselves Back in Place

In 2020, I was standing on a stack of stools cleaning a window. I accidentally fell and instinctively landed on my right hand. The full weight of my body came down on that arm, and I heard a resounding crack. I saw that two bones in my wrist were broken, and the skin was stretched over the breaks. My hand was just hanging there. It swelled up immediately, and I couldn’t move my entire right arm.

But strangely, I didn’t feel any pain at all. My first reaction was to call out, “Master, help me!” I sent forth strong, righteous thoughts: “I’m a disciple of Master Li Hongzhi. I have a mission. No matter what loopholes I might have, no one has the right to interfere or persecute me. Only Master has the final say. I’ll correct myself through the Fa. Master, I leave everything to you. You’re in charge.”

For ordinary people, broken bones mean they can’t function. But since I’m a cultivator, I knew this was just a false appearance. I don’t accept the old forces’ arrangements and will carry on as normal.

When I went to shower, I suddenly heard a pop at my wrist. I looked down and saw that the main broken bone had realigned. Then there was another pop, and the bone that had been swinging around also snapped back into place.

It felt like a dream. I was so grateful that I burst into tears. I kept saying in my mind: “Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!” No words can express my gratitude for his immense grace.

Heavy Bleeding Stops After I Fell Off a Scooter

In November 2024, I was riding on a fellow practitioner’s electric scooter as we went out to clarify the truth. On the way back, my foot accidentally scraped the ground, and I lost my balance and fell off. Right away, I shouted, “Master, save me!” I don’t even remember how I fell, but just when I hit the ground, it felt soft. My face and forehead hit the curb, but I felt no pain, and I got up by myself.

The other practitioner rushed over and started crying. She saw my face covered in blood with a deep gash on my forehead. I told her, “Don’t cry. I’m fine. I have Master.”

The bleeding was profuse, and she used a pack of tissues to try to stop it. I just kept repeating, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” As I kept saying this, the bleeding stopped. When I touched my forehead, the gash had already closed up. Master had saved me again.

Looking back, it was really scary. Without Master’s protection, I might not have survived, or I would’ve ended up in the emergency room. When I got home, I still didn’t feel any pain, although my head was a bit dizzy.

I started to reflect on why something this serious happened and what attachment allowed the evil to take advantage of me. It was zealotry. I was feeling really pleased because we had a smooth and successful day clarifying the truth to people. On the way back, I was in high spirits, even thinking I did a pretty good job. I got arrogant and forgot that “Cultivation depends on one’s own efforts, while the transformation of gong is done by one’s master.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun).

After realizing my attachment, I sent forth righteous thoughts for an hour. I then felt clear and refreshed. I’m so grateful to Master for bearing unimaginable burdens for all beings in the universe. I’m determined not to let him down. I’ll cultivate well, diligently do the three things, and fulfill my mission.

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