The Unexpected Way God Reached Me

You’ll never guess who led me to Christ. Not my brother, the pastor. Not my daughter, who found God in her 20s. Not even my own father who accepted Christ in his 80s. 

God used someone entirely unexpected, a colleague at work, to lead me to Him. That’s why I want to share this story. Because someone is always watching. And your light might be the one that leads someone home.

A Season of Grief

It began with tragedy. My father—the man I loved and admired so much—passed away. And it felt like a part of me died with him. I couldn’t stop crying for months. Every time I was alone; in the shower, during quiet moments, I would just break down.

An Unexpected Colleague

Around that time, a new colleague (let's call her Grace) was assigned to my team at work. I was supposed to mentor her, and honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to it. I just wanted to be left alone. 

Grace had a reputation for being aggressive, sharp-tongued, and not someone you’d want to cross. She had never been like that with me personally, but I had seen how she handled others. 

But when the transfer happened, something about her surprised me. She was calm and gentle with others. Even meek. She listened carefully, respected what we said, and carried herself with grace. 

But it wasn’t just that she was trying to be polite—it was as if she had been transformed.

I finally asked her what had caused the change. She smiled and simply said, “I came to know Christ.”

As we worked together, I found myself opening up to her. I told her about my father’s passing and how much it hurt.

She listened quietly, then shared her own story:

“Akka (big sister), thank you for sharing. I lost my father too. One day when I was at work, I got a call saying he had a heart attack and I should come home immediately. I rushed back, but he had already passed. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

My heart broke for her. At least I had those final days with my father—she didn’t even have that.

“It was only through Christ that I got through it,” she said.

Those words pierced something in me.

I had been trying to cope with my own strength, but I had none left. I couldn’t function. My grief was so overwhelming, it began affecting my marriage. I couldn’t connect with my husband anymore. In those darkest days, I honestly didn’t want to live.

But the peace she carried made me wonder if there was something more to life than what I knew.

A Hunger to Know

I spent more time with Grace. She would tell me how Christ healed her, how God’s love held her together. I couldn’t get enough. I heard about Jesus before a lot, but this was the first time I desired to know more about Him.

Around the same time, my husband contacted my brother, KAC’s Senior Elder (SE) and asked if he could help. SE spoke with me and started walking me through the basics of the faith.

A hunger began to grow in me.

I read the Bible daily, sometimes for hours. I spent long afternoons at SE’s place asking all the questions I had about Jesus, about salvation, about grace. And the more I learned, the more I was healed.

For the first time in my life, I felt truly loved by God.

Before, I had followed rituals in my former religion—lighting incense, applying powder to my forehead, breaking coconuts at the temple. But it was all routine. I never understood why I was doing it.

Now, I had a relationship. I had a purpose. I had peace.

What Does It Mean to Be Christian?

One day, while walking home with my daughter, I asked her, “What does it mean to be Christian?”

I was reading the Bible, I was praying whenever I was down—but did that mean I was Christian?

She said,

“To be Christian… it’s just a label, mummy. A true Christian is someone who loves and follows Jesus and has given their life to Him. You can see it in how they live. Some people keep saying they’re Christian, but it’s just for show. But there are others—you can tell they belong to Christ without them even saying it.”

I mulled over it silently.

I knew in my heart I was God’s child. I had surrendered my life to Him. And so, I was a Christian.

A Quiet, Powerful New Life

When my dad passed away, very few saw me break. And just as quietly, not many saw me being built up again when I found Christ. Outwardly, my life didn’t look all that different, but inside, a quiet transformation had begun—one that would continue to unfold.

This was the beginning of my journey with Christ. And in time, He would transform even more of my life in ways I never imagined… but that’s a story for another day.

In this initial season, I spent work breaks talking with Grace about Jesus. Evenings after work were for learning with SE. Sundays at church became the highlight of my week—I loved being surrounded by people who loved God and wanted to grow.

Whenever I had free time, I would worship and pray. Just me and God. I would thank Him for giving me a new lease on life and for showing up in the most unexpected way—through a colleague I was meant to mentor, but who, in truth, had been sent to guide me.

I am so grateful. Praise the Lord. 

A Moment Behind the Scenes

One evening, I walked into the living room and saw my daughter watching a sermon on TV. I sat beside her and joined in.

She kept eyeing me as I softly said, “Amen” throughout the message.

“Mummy, I didn’t think you were so open to saying ‘amen’ and all this.”

“Well… I’m Christian now, aren’t I?”

She looked at me, stunned.

“Huh?” she sat up, eyes welling up with tears.

 “I thought I wouldn’t need to say I’m Christian if I truly was one,” I smiled.

“I know I said that,” she laughed, hugging me. “But you should have told me!” she burst.

And so we laughed, and cried, and worshipped God—together.

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“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” — Matthew 11:28

“and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” — Philippians 4:7