It all started one night around 2:39am. Normally, if I was up at that time, I’d just be scrolling through TikTok watching funny or random things. But that night was completely different. Slowly, my For You page began to fill with Christian content—prayers, people preaching about repentance, testimonies of children seeing Jesus, warnings that the end times are near, worship songs, and people spreading the gospel. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but then something unusual happened: I started to cry. I couldn’t explain it because the normal reaction would have been just to watch and maybe praise God quietly, but tears began to roll down my face, and I even felt the urge to stand up and dance when a worship song came on.
This had never happened to me before. And it wasn’t just the content—it was the timing. I had recently made the decision to stop reading fanfiction and listening to secular music, and earlier that same day, I had even been curating a Christian music playlist for myself. Now here I was, in the middle of the night, unexpectedly overwhelmed with tears, praise, and conviction.
Then it hit me. I remembered how I had been praying for God to speak to me. Many times I had felt like I was just talking to myself in prayer—like I was pouring my heart out, but the days went by with nothing changing. I had prayed and prayed, asking God to talk to me the way I talk to Him. And now, out of nowhere, He did. That night was proof that God hears even when it feels like silence.
The craziest part is that I can’t even explain it away. I can’t say it happened just because I cut out fanfiction or secular music, because even before then—back when I was still lukewarm—God had given me dreams and visions. So, this encounter wasn’t about me earning it; it was about God’s grace.
For the first time in my life, I willingly stayed awake until almost 5am just watching testimonies, worship, and repentance videos, feeling driven in a way I’ve never felt before. And then, the very next day, when I opened TikTok again, there was nothing. Not a single trace of those Christian videos. It was as if that flood of content had only been meant for that one night—as if God had chosen that exact time to reach me.
Looking back, I realize I used to envy people who could share encounters with God, who had stories of visions, conviction, or special encounters that strengthened their faith. But now, it’s me. God chose to meet me personally, to answer my prayers in such a direct way, and to remind me that He is real, that He listens, and that He is calling me closer.
This had never happened to me before. And it wasn’t just the content—it was the timing. I had recently made the decision to stop reading fanfiction and listening to secular music, and earlier that same day, I had even been curating a Christian music playlist for myself. Now here I was, in the middle of the night, unexpectedly overwhelmed with tears, praise, and conviction.
Then it hit me. I remembered how I had been praying for God to speak to me. Many times I had felt like I was just talking to myself in prayer—like I was pouring my heart out, but the days went by with nothing changing. I had prayed and prayed, asking God to talk to me the way I talk to Him. And now, out of nowhere, He did. That night was proof that God hears even when it feels like silence.
The craziest part is that I can’t even explain it away. I can’t say it happened just because I cut out fanfiction or secular music, because even before then—back when I was still lukewarm—God had given me dreams and visions. So, this encounter wasn’t about me earning it; it was about God’s grace.
For the first time in my life, I willingly stayed awake until almost 5am just watching testimonies, worship, and repentance videos, feeling driven in a way I’ve never felt before. And then, the very next day, when I opened TikTok again, there was nothing. Not a single trace of those Christian videos. It was as if that flood of content had only been meant for that one night—as if God had chosen that exact time to reach me.
Looking back, I realize I used to envy people who could share encounters with God, who had stories of visions, conviction, or special encounters that strengthened their faith. But now, it’s me. God chose to meet me personally, to answer my prayers in such a direct way, and to remind me that He is real, that He listens, and that He is calling me closer.
