It was Friday, January 20th, 2012, between 4:30 and 5:00 in the afternoon. My fiance came home early from work that day. Now usually on a Friday when he comes home early, we would rush out to catch a movie in the late afternoon or early evening, and usually I would have music on ALL THE TIME. (Remember I said I enjoy music?) That afternoon somehow we did not feel like going out, maybe because the next day we were traveling down to NJ for my sister's birthday. (However, we are very active and energetic people, so that normally wouldn't have stopped us from having fun or going out.)
Anyway, my fiance was reading newspaper on the sofa behind me, and I was working on the wedding planning stuff on the computer. So I was sitting in front of my computer (like now), and the room was quiet (we were both concentrating on what we were doing)--- oh, guys, I know it will be hard for you to believe me, but at this VERY MOMENT when I was just going to describe what happened next, the Holy Spirit came to me (it happened like that the other day when I was writing to a friend about my experience) – okay, so the room was quiet and we were both focusing on what we were doing, all of a sudden I heard a man's voice talking to my right. I looked over and listened, and said “What?” because I did not understand the language. It was not English...
I turned back to my fiance and asked him: “Did you hear that?”. He said: “No.”. Strangely, instead of feeling spooky or freaking out, I was really calm and not scared at all. I thought to myself: “Is it God?”. It's funny now looking back why on the earth I would think that. I never believed in God, so I had no ground to think that.
I did start praying a little bit here and there with my fiance sometime after we returned from our visit to Taiwan in December, thinking it wouldn't hurt either way. I did also go to the church with him because his son plays guitar there. So, I encouraged the church-going only because he could get closer to his son. When we were in Taiwan, we did also visit my best friend's church as a courtesy. I was blown away when I saw my friend, her husband and everyone there speaking in tongues. I was touched by their strong faith and marveled at the fact they all speak in tongues. But what do all those have to do with me when I was only an observer?
I still clearly remember about “the voice”, it was only like yesterday. The voice was a man's voice, kind of deep, but not super deep, it was a language I don't understand, it was a few words, maybe 5 or 6. The tone of the voice was even (no up and down), matter-of-factly, and authoritative. Interestingly, the voice was just at my ear level. Remember I was sitting down? So maybe it was only 3 feet from the ground level, and maybe 5 feet away from me. So the voice was definitely meant for me to hear, but maybe not meant for me to understand.