a mission...

I'm going to Hawaii in November for my cousin's wedding. At first, i just thought it was going to be a wonderful short vacation and it will be fun and amazing. But now, i know why God has provided this little trip for me and my mom and my aunts. Well, a little background check... my cousin Michelle is agnostic, her husband is atheist (basically if it cannot be proven or he did not experience it then it is not real), my cousin Jimmy doesn't really have a religion but has a very kind heart, his soon to be wife is the same too, my uncle is Buddhist, and last but not least my aunt in Maryland, she is believe strongly in the Dali lamma and stuff. She has shrines and everything in her house. Okay... background check is done. Now is the mission. Basically i was a walking purpose empty kiddo before this mission comes along and spark a little fire in my heart. I was praying for a challenge and so on. Hey God answers prayer. Here comes the challenge. I was praying with my mom and all the sudden i felt like praying for Jimmy and his wedding and this idea or revelation pop into my mind: i want them to be saved. The whole family. I want them to see God and accept Christ. So i was praying and tears came down. They are my family and i want them to see the power of God. So I believe the wedding is the perfect time. Because i'll be close to them and i can alwayz bless them with prayer especially the bride and the groom.
I think i used too many words to say one thing. Basically please pray for me and my mom and my aunts and just pray we will united together as followers of Christ and attend the wedding and just lead many to God. Bride's family are also some sort of buddhism. Just pray their lives will be transformed, not by me or anyone else, but by God. My Aunt in Maryland is very devoted to her religion. Imagine when she get touched by God and accept Christ. How many people can she influence. She can influence Jimmy and Michelle. Michelle can influence Alex and Isabel. Then their whole family will be saved. By just one person bold enough to pray for or with my aunt. (She is very very intimidating.) Pray for boldness in me and my mom and my 2 aunts, please. IF i cant even cry out for my family, how can i cry out for others? that is why God put this mission in me. To soften my heart and start crying out for others. But He knew i am really harden up but family oriented, so He place in my family in my heart. That maybe first nonbelievers in my family, then non believers in my school, then work place then everywhere. so Thank God for this wonder revelation.

Thanks for reading... i kno it is long and a bit dragging... and sry for the bad grammar and the misspell words... it is harder for me to write my thoughts down because it is all over the place......

MIRACLE!!! HALLELUJAH...

I was reading my english homework and stuff and Steven was sleeping on my bed because he was going to help me with english after i finish reading... So i woke steven up to start helping me with english. When he got up, he said his rib hurts really bad and you can just see it in his eyes that when he moves or breath it hurts really really bad. His eyes would just become really really big. Anyways... so i dont like to do my homework, therefore i started praying for steven. Praying for a miracle, healing and so on. The first time, it didnt work. Then i kept praying. By the fourth time, it didnt work so steven sat up on the bed. And i kept praying. And i said to God, "Dad, i'm very stubborn and you know who i got it from so i wont stop until you give me a miracle. Plus i rather pray than do homework, so if i have to pray all night, i would do it." In the middle of trying, steven said he felt better and i asked if he is completely healed. and he said no. so i said that is not good enough, i am going to keep praying. So therefore i kept praying and praying over and over again for healing and miracle. in the middle of the sixth or seventh prayer, i told steven to stop moving his rib because i was laying hand on him and it was gettin annoying. And he stopped moving his rib until i finished praying. and i asked if he is healed. He stood up from bed and told me to go over. He gave me a hug and i was like "does it still hurt?" and he said no. I was like WHAT?? REALLY??? ARE YOU SURE?? and he said yes, it doesnt hurt anymore. So i was like yay! hallelujah. I asked him when it stop hurting and he said after i told him to stop movin his rib, he stopped and after the prayer he moved it again and it doesnt hurt anymore.


sorry for all the bad grammar and stuff... i'm too lazy to make it all pretty for ya. ^^ just praise God... BACK TO HOMEWORK wahhhhh... T_T