Lost in the Spotlight, Found by God

Olivia Lane is a Houston-raised, Nashville-based BEC recording artist & songwriter. During a popular string of viral TikTok posts in 2021, she began sharing her song "Woman At The Well," which struck a massive chord on Tiktok. Soon after, she found her song hitting radio airwaves on SiriusXM's "The Message."

“God is always making things new,” she says.
Olivia remembers the moment the dark thoughts first crowded in.  

“It was just a simple question,” she says now, her eyes steady. “Who am I? Where do I fit?” And, if the path stayed that dark, “why stay in the world at all?”

She smiles when she talks about her childhood.  

“I had a great childhood,” she recalls. “My parents were lovely, and they took me to church.” Yet church, she admits, felt more like a social club than a spiritual anchor. “I must have missed the day they talked about having a relationship with Jesus, because that never really sunk in.”

From the start she was “this artistic kid with big dreams.” At sixteen she stunned her parents over dinner: “I have to go to L.A.” “Having no real root in God,” she says, she simply assumed that if she was good, life would cooperate.

Los Angeles, however, was where “the spiritual wheels fell off.” Her identity fused to performance: parties, popularity, relationships—none delivered. 

Failure and heartbreak piled up, and one question lodged in her heart: “If God is good, why do bad things happen—why do dreams die?”

A move to Nashville followed. She wrote songs, played late-night shows and chased the rock-star rhythm—drinks at 2 a.m., lobby call at 5. Her body finally revolted; worse, she began to lose her voice. “My performance identity was literally being stripped away,” she remembers.

Forced off the road, she checked herself into therapy—mental and vocal. The therapist drew four circles on a whiteboard: mental, logical, emotional, spiritual. Olivia pointed at the last one. “We won’t need that,” she insisted. The therapist nodded, but months later looked her in the eye: “If you want more healing, figure out what a spiritual life looks like. If you want God to reveal Himself, just ask.”

So from January to April 2018, Olivia woke every morning with the same dare: “God, if You’re real, show me.” On April 29 everything changed. She was reading when “the atmosphere in the room changed,” she recalls. Tears splashed onto the page. She looked up and saw—just for a breath—a shadowed silhouette of Jesus, arms outstretched. A rush of wind, a moment that felt both like a lifetime and a millisecond, and then it was gone.

“I think God is real,” she texted her therapist, half-afraid she was panicking. “You were just in the presence of the Holy Spirit for the very first time,” came the reply.

“It’s almost like God allowed my voice to be taken away,” Olivia reflects now, “and then He gave me a new one.” She says the Lord rebuilt her “vocally, mentally, physically,” balancing all four therapy-room circles—this time with the Spirit leading, not the world.

“The love of God for us isn’t dependent on how good or bad we are,” she concludes. “It’s about what’s already been done on the cross. God is redeeming all things—even the details we forgot.” And the performer identity she once clung to? “God keeps stripping it away, making it holy, righteous, new—something I never imagined possible.”  

She leans back, a grin breaking wide. “He’s just the best Father we could ever ask for.”