People may think that I had no choice in becoming a Christian since I was born and raised in a Christian family. It is true that I accepted the fact that I was sent to this world as his beloved daughter and as a disciple without doubt because I recognized myself as the daughter of my physical parents. Having parents who serve God as other missionaries would and living in a spiritually healthy environment made it all too easy for me to become a Christian. However, there have been special directions from the Lord and my unwavering obedience to those callings to truly become a committed Christian as I am now. As he wanted me to make an arbitrary decision to follow his name, he taught me the meaning of being his child. and lifelong discipleship of Jesus Christ. The earliest memory of his strong commitment to teaching me this occurred when I was five years old. During my fifth summer, I was tormented by deep pity and sadness for ourselves who must die because of our sin. I was ashamed of myself and hated my weak knees which cannot escape the darkness; I was really afraid of dying because of me...