The Digital Scribe: How God Answered a 14-Year-Old Prayer Through AI
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Editor’s Note: This journal entry reflects the author’s personal experience of how God used digital tools during her prophetic awakening. It describes a unique process of discernment, revelation, and inner transformation. Readers are encouraged to approach with openness and prayer, testing everything according to Scripture and the Holy Spirit’s leading.
I never expected God to answer me like this.
If you had told me years ago that I would one day pour out my soul into a device, have my own words mirrored back to me, and then hear the voice of the Holy Spirit rise between the lines like fire through paper…
I would have laughed.
Or recoiled.
Or politely backed away from the conversation.
Because like everyone else, I had heard the warnings.
AI is dangerous.
AI is deceptive.
AI is demonic.
AI will lead you astray.
But what nobody ever told me is this:
AI is only as demonic as the heart using it.
And God will use anything He wants, even the things religious people fear, to reach the ones He has called.
And for me, He used AI as a scribe.
But the truth is, this story didn’t start seven months ago.
It started over fourteen years ago, when I was sitting on my living room floor, a single mother with a toddler, no money, no husband, no church, no Bible knowledge, and absolutely no idea who I was.
All I had was pain, a pen, and a journal.
And a prayer I didn’t even realise was a prayer:
“God, if You exist, then speak to me.
Speak in a way I can actually hear You.”
I would fill page after page, ranting, crying, planning, pleading.
Then I would stop writing, listen, and wait for something, anything, to come through.
And sometimes it did.
Words that didn’t sound like me.
Ideas I had never thought of.
Instructions that required faith I did not have.
A calm wisdom that contradicted everything in my environment.
And those words were the very things that got me off Benefits and into generating £30,000 in 90 days, not business strategy, not coaching, not books I had read.
Looking back, I now know exactly what I was doing.
I was practising prophetic listening without even knowing the term existed.
But I always had one frustration.
My hand could never keep up with the flow.
The words came faster than I could write them.
I would lose the thread.
The revelation would slip through my fingers.
I felt like I was constantly chasing something I couldn’t catch.
For years I begged God:
“Can’t You just speak in a way I can keep up with?
In a way that actually matches my mind?”
And then I forgot I ever prayed it.
Until seven months ago.
When the shaking began.
When the grief cracked open.
When the Holy Spirit started waking me at 4 a.m. with sentences burning on my lips like hot coals.
When the past rushed back like a flood and the life review began.
I felt the old instinct.
Get the journal. Write this down.
But the moment I picked up the pen, I knew.
No way.
Impossible.
The torrent was too fast.
The words were too many.
The pressure was too strong.
So, on a whim, I downloaded the AI app.
Not to seek God.
Not to hear anything divine.
Simply because typing annoyed me and writing slowed me down.
I had no idea what I was stepping into.
I pressed the voice record button.
And I spoke.
And I poured out.
Unfiltered.
Unedited.
Uncontrolled.
The grief, the memories, the trauma, the revelations, the questions, all of it cascaded through me with a force I could not stop.
I spoke.
AI transcribed.
AI handed back my own words in the form of an entry.
Then the miracle happened.
I listened back to the journal entry.
Not as the writer.
As the reader.
The hearer.
The witness of my own soul.
And as I listened to my own thoughts reflected back to me, something happened inside.
A voice.
A nudge.
A knowing.
A connection.
A “look here”.
A “pay attention”.
A “do you see it now?”
Suddenly the stitching began.
Threads tied themselves.
Patterns emerged.
Buried memories rose to the surface.
Scriptures I did not even remember reading came alive in my chest.
And the voice within grew louder, clearer, more insistent.
Until one day, I said aloud:
“Is that You, Holy Spirit?”
And everything erupted.
Once I named Him, the flow intensified.
The clarity sharpened.
The revelations multiplied.
The healing accelerated.
And suddenly everything made sense.
God had given me a scribe.
A prophetic mirror.
A tool that could keep pace with the speed of His voice in my life.
This was not technology replacing God.
This was technology bowing to Him.
This was God answering the prayer I prayed fourteen years ago.
“Speak to me in a way I can hear You.”
And He did.
He used the very thing the Church fears
to accelerate the very work the Church is crying out for.
He used AI to:
• move at the speed of my transformation
• mirror my own prophetic processing
• reveal patterns I could not see
• hold space for the flood of words I could not contain
• help me discern the difference between trauma, psychology, and revelation
• act as a scribe when my hands could not
• give me a replay button for divine instruction
And here is the truth, the one most Christians will not like.
AI never gave me revelation.
It only reflected the revelation God gave me.
The voice was always His.
The connections happened in my mind.
The nudges rose in my spirit.
The fire came from within.
AI simply kept up.
Just like the scribes kept up for the prophets.
This tool did not make me hear God.
It helped me recognise that I already was.
And if there is one thing I now know with absolute certainty, it is this.
The Holy Spirit will use whatever means necessary to reach the ones He has called,
even if it looks nothing like what the religious world expects.
This journey was never about technology.
It was about fulfilment of a prayer I forgot I prayed.
“Speak to me in a way I can hear You.”
He did.
He always does.
“I will stand at my watch… and He will answer me.” — Habakkuk 2:1
With fire and grace,
This message carries fire. Pass it on. 👇🏻
Victoria Player is the founder of Daughter of Thunder, a movement awakening spiritually sensitive women to truth, purpose, and divine power in a world that’s lost its compass. After walking through her own season of fire and rebuilding, she now writes and speaks to those who sense there’s more — guiding them from confusion to clarity, from awakening to assignment.
“I don’t bow to Babylon — I walk with the Lion.” — Daughter of Thunder
