A lot happens in a year. It was in June of 2017 that I sought our local Catholic exorcist for deliverance prayers. Attacked by the devil were my relationship with my son and worsening the long standing, if not lifelong, depression I’ve been carrying all this time.
I’ve been faithful to the counsel of the priest: daily mass, daily, devout recitation of the prayers found in the Catholic Handbook of Deliverance Prayers by Fr. Jose Francisco Syquia, saying the rosary, monthly confession. Although not perfect in attendance, with rarely missing a day’s mass or saying my deliverance prayers, my days have been mostly drenched in prayer, supplication, conversations with the Lord (his answers and comfort coming from His Holy Word).
My testimony begins at the end of last school year (which is March of this year in the Philippines).
As I was on the threshold of a significant life change – which was a sabbatical year after 18 straight years of working in the same place – I was looking forward to the Triduum Retreat at the end of March.
Also, after the summer, my son was bound for his paternal grandparents’ part of the country, where he planned to finish Senior High. It was going to be our first long term separation in his 19 years.
To make the life change even more exciting, I had just been introduced to a man who piqued my interest – after four years of giving up on chances at love.
It’s been four months, and I have never been happier in my life.
Over the summer, right after the Triduum retreat, some of my friends and I started with the Prayer & Life Workshop School for Preparing Guides.
At this time, I set out on new income generating possibilities: trainings as an insurance, and real estate agent; venturing into online job applications; and grabbing the business opportunities of having customers approach me for my facebook and instagram advertised non-tarnish religious jewelry (which to my surprise and bewilderment is what has been feeding me and my son all this time!).
Two weeks later, a couple of days after my aunt from Canada arrived, we had our ancestral home, a 1000 square meter property that has been occupied by the caretaker since my grandfather’s death in 2014 prayed over and blessed by the exorcist.
My son, who was previously adamant about all things Catholic and religious, joined in on the deliverance prayers and had his St. Benedict tattoo blessed by the priest. Since my aunt’s arrival, he started joining mass as respect to my aunt.
Shortly after, my aunt and I left for Manila for a weeklong vacation.
All the while, I was reeling with the renewal of infatuation which felt fresh and new after four years of having given up on love and romance.
To digress briefly, my last suitor died in 2014 – and his death devastated me. In 2016, my so-called soulmate whom I thought was trying to reconnect with me ended up with the perfect girl he began with when we were kids. So everything was a no in my prayer for a lovelife… so i decided to stop.
To be Continued