I decided to follow Jesus and make Him known to others when I was 12 years old. I always wanted Him to find pleasure in me whenever He looked at me. That was my prayer. Over the years, however, I was troubled by all kinds of thoughts... I looked at myself and I wasn't at all times satisfied with my life of faith. I couldn't understand how long it takes to reach perfection. I looked at myself with disappointment as God asked me, "Do you want to be Jesus or do you want Him to be the mantle of your life?" At that moment I realized that somewhere hidden in my heart I wanted to be my own hero. And the essence is not how bright I shine, but how much of the light of Jesus I accept to cover my life.

My deeds will never make me perfect, though they matter a lot, but only Jesus' sacrifice clothes me in righteousness and makes me worthy to stand before His throne. And then the question, how many years does it take to become a perfect believer, is irrelevant. Because my life is not about me, but about how much of Jesus is found in it. It's all about Jesus.