With all the hype surrounding TikTok lately, I couldn’t help but reminisce about how I got addicted to the platform. Yes, I said it.
Addicted.

It became second nature for me to come home from work and start browsing videos before my husband got home. And late at night, when I clearly should have been in bed, I was yet again scrolling—caught in an endless cycle.
It’s my mom’s fault.
I knew nothing about TikTok until she told me she was on it and started sending me videos. While I didn’t care much for a lot of the content on the platform, there was one particular type of video I absolutely loved—one that always seems to surface during the holidays.
They are the videos of men and women in the service surprising their families by coming home. Their loved ones have no idea when or where they will return, making the moment even more special. Tears form in my eyes as I watch little girls run into their father’s arms, hugging and squeezing him so tightly, as if they never want to let go.
Why should they?
Because in their father’s arms, they are loved, protected, and cherished.
She wasn’t rejected.She wasn’t ignored.She felt safe again.Wanted again.
The roots of rejection form differently for everyone. Mine was rooted in the absence of my father, so it makes sense that these videos stir something deep inside me. Even though his absence affected me negatively, I still long for the day he calls me, checks on me, or welcomes me into his arms.
I am 56 years old, and at the time of this writing, I have yet to hear from my father. But my love for him has never faded.
I want you to see yourself through this same lens. No matter where rejection took root in your life, you have a heavenly Father who loves you. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done, where you’ve been, or who you were with—He still loves you and sees you as His perfect little girl.
Whatever you’re going through right now, know that He is waiting for you with open arms. Sometimes, we just want to be held. We just want to be loved. We just want to be seen. Just like that little girl running to her father, and just like I long to run to mine—God is waiting for you to run to Him.
Heavenly Father, thank You for loving me even in moments when I have felt unseen and unwanted. Help me to run to You and rest in Your arms, knowing that I am cherished, protected, and fully known by You. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Cry.
Let the tears flow.
Just so you know, even if you don’t know what to say, God understands tears too.
Blessings,
Y.
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