Meeting My Momay

Oh my... Momay! :)

FYI: Momay is Philippine TV's version of Casper.

Every night when I reach home, she hugs me tight...

Yes! and that  keeps all my hair up until midnight!

When I kiss our babies, Macs, Tiqueng, Riqqa and Dyoni, I am aware of her sweet kisses too...

I can feel her presence somewhere in our little home that is "only for two".

Admittedly... I am  afraid of ghost! For the reason that they are GHOSTS!!! and who is not, by the way?

I don't know if they really exist...

But I had few encounters with them. I am aware that 'its them' or 'they're it'...

Recently, I shared with you my drama of being HOME alone but not lonely...

I can actually give an excellent grade for myself because I know that I have achieved my goal... Until now, this experience is teaching me a lot and I am enjoying it, everyday... I am growing... :)

Back to Momay...

Well, its not the first time that I had goose bumps at home. Its part of everyday encounter with Momay. But there is this one remarkable night that I really cannot explain...

That was Friday night, and my friend stayed at home to keep me company...

After our story telling cum secrets sharing ;-) ... she went to bed first while I did my usual 'rituals' before sleeping.

When I am about to lie down... my heart beats fast. I was so terrified... afraid... tensed... or nervous... I really can't explain... but it beats faster and faster...

Then I prayed. I read Bible. I closed my eyes... but I just cant sleep. I was frightened... for reasons that I am not aware of.

Among all the nights, why during that time?

I should felt that on nights when I was alone, but not when somebody was there, because I should be more comfortable...

Lying down, there was this cold 'momay 'air, as if touching my face and my hands even if its inside the quilt. She was troubled... and she bothers me too! But I know she's not the cause of my 'palpitation', there's more than that... and I do not know what is that!!!

Going to toilet which is just few steps away seems like going to a morgue or entering a haunted house... I was terribly afraid that I turned on all the lights... It felt so weird, but I can't help it...

When I fell asleep, I saw the actual scenario in my dreams as if it was sooo real; I saw myself at home, frightened... and trying to overcome  the fear...

Then, I saw myself struggling as I cast an 'evil spirit' away with Bible on my hand... I was  pushing 'it' out from my home. I kept on praying during that battle.

It is not the first time that I dreamt about fighting with "evil" but its been a long time that I haven't... and for some reasons, it's back!

Then I woke up... I sat and pray and pray. I opened my Bible... it was somewhere in Jeremiah, I read a whole chapter, about Israel and the command that says 'Sing praises to the Lord.'

Then I prayed and I realized that my IPod is off. Praise and worship song is my security blanket (since I was home alone) and I didn't use it that night thinking that my friend was there beside me...

When I turned it on... I suddenly felt relieved... as I lie down listening to the song and praises, I felt Momay embraced me again. Then I fell asleep.

In the morning (or rather, afternoon), I asked my friend whether she had a good sleep... she told me that she felt something strange...

Then, she left and I was again, home alone.

But that night, there's no more 'palpitation'... it's not frightening anymore... if there's any negative feeling that I had, it was worry...  I had the fear that the same thing might happen again...

I switched on the speaker for IPod, sat on my bed, read Bible and pray. While praying, I can feel that Momay hugged me again. She was all over me...

Since my eyes were closed, I can feel Momay and when I can almost see 'her' face to face... I will open my eyes ;-)

Then, I will fall asleep while praying or singing praise and worship.

And that's what always happened... except for that one night...

I do not know why... but maybe, my Momay also needs the praise and worship songs... ?

Maybe that night, we're both troubled because I rely on my friend that would keep me company, instead of the prayer and worship songs that gives continuous praises to our Lord.

I had faced my fears again... in my dreams, as I wrestled with that 'evil spirit', as I cast him out from my place. I realized that during that battle, my friend is still in deep sleep... and the ONLY ONE who is with me on the picture is my Bible... I don't scream for any help, but prayers.

And I think, that is the greatest lesson that I learned in this course of being home alone... or in any other circumstances in life...

No matter where am I or who am I with... the only thing that will help me survive is Him. No more, No Less.

Oh, and my Momay?

She is the angel that keeps me company. She still bothers me at night when the IPod playlist are all done. And I just have to click the play again... so the angels can sing me lullaby...