(Minghui.org) I am a young Falun Dafa practitioner. I just started my first year at the university. My grandmother has practiced Falun Dafa for more than 20 years, and I have been studying the Fa with her since I was a child. Our whole family is blessed.
When I was in high school, I became extra busy with school work, and also distracted by ordinary society. Master Li (the teacher of Falun Dafa) hinted to me many times, but I did not wake up. After I took the college entrance exam, I had a vivid dream in which my mother and I participated in a game together.
In this game, my mother and I were separated. The children needed to pass tests before they could see their mothers. I rushed forward impulsively. A sewer blocked me at the last test. I saw my mother on the other side. She opened her arms warmly and motioned for me to hurry over. I ignored the mud and strove forward to my mom. Finally, after I overcame the last obstacle, I threw myself into her arms.
When I woke up, I asked my grandmother what the dream meant. She said, “The mother in the dream is Master! He is enlightening you so that you can wake up quickly.”
My grandmother later told me that when she was meditating, she also saw Master meditating. Two young girls were sitting on Master’s lap. She took a closer look and saw that it was my sister and me. She was in tears and thanked Master.
Grandmother bought an electric bicycle more than ten years ago, but she did not use it for nine years. When she planned to start using the bicycle, the battery was no longer charged. The repair shop, however, refused to fix it because it was too old.
When grandmother came home, she started sending forth righteous thoughts and patted the electric bicycle, “I am a disciple of Master Li Hongzhi. I am a person on the path of becoming a divine being. It will also benefit you if you can assist me in my Dafa work to save people.” She kept repeating this to the bicycle. The next day, the battery was charged and ready to go.
Our family went to Shanghai one year during the New Year. We could not find any hotel vacancies, so my father decided to drive directly from Shanghai to our home in Henan Province. It was snowing heavily, and we saw many car accidents that occurred along the way. My mother was scared. I then looked at my grandmother who was sending forth righteous thoughts, so I joined her. For the entire ten-hour ride the snow did not hinder us, and we arrived home safely. With tear-filled eyes I thanked Master from the bottom of my heart.
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