HongSeun tells her story from the far side of the China–N. Korean border—a place where survival often overshadows hope. But what began as a simple exchange would become the turning point of her life.
“I met a woman in China who pressed one hundred yuan into my hand,” HongSeun recalls. “Then she asked me to do something unusual—write down the Lord’s Prayer and the Apostles’ Creed. She told me, ‘When you return to North Korea, pray these words again and again. God answers prayer.’”
At the time, HongSeun didn’t fully understand. But she remembered.
Back in N. Korea, the money eventually ran out—and so did her food. One night, desperate and alone, she shut every door, covered the windows with blankets, and whispered the words she had written down. Slowly, carefully, she prayed the Lord’s Prayer—one word at a time.
When she finished, she added her own trembling plea: “God, I am hungry. Please take care of my rice. I pray in the name of Jesus. Amen.”
It was the first time she had ever truly prayed.
She fell asleep that night with an empty stomach.
The next morning, she opened her door—and froze. There, just outside, lay two kilograms of noodles.
“It felt like an earthquake in my head,” she says. “Who could have brought this to me?”
No answer came—but neither did doubt. Days later, hunger returned. This time, she prayed again—same words, same desperation. The following morning, a woman from the market called out to her. She handed HongSeun a sack of rice, explaining that her bag had torn the night before and the rice had spilled and become dirty.
“I don’t have time to clean it,” the woman said. “Just take it and eat.”
HongSeun held the sack in her hands, stunned. There must be something to this…
And so she kept praying.
What followed was nothing short of miraculous. For a year and a half, provision came—again and again—in ways she couldn’t explain. Each answer deepened her curiosity… and her trust.
Later, when she encountered the words of Romans 10, something clicked into place.
“I realized that God answered me because I confessed with my mouth,” she says. “Even before I fully understood or believed—He heard me. He responded.”
She pauses, reflecting on the journey from desperation to discovery.
“Even now, when I look back,” HongSeun says softly, “I am amazed at all the prayers He answered.”
In a place marked by scarcity and silence, God had made Himself known—one prayer at a time.
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