My Maker Got the Pen of My Life

My full name is Genelizette Deticio Palomar. My love ones and friends call me Lizette or in it's shorter form, Liz and I will be glad if you’re going to call me in my nickname. Before I start this life testimony, I would like to thank Jesus Christ, my God, our Messiah, and my forever idol for finding me once again. Please forgive me for this long writing. I am writer and a poet as well but I really do not know how I could shorten this. I was once a doubter and a stubborn who always seek for the truth and who always look for facts and vivid explanation. Thank you Lord for you never leave me nor forsake me. Thank you for being patient with me and thank you choosing me to be your daughter. Thank you is not enough to give you adoration and to praise you, Abba.

As a kid, I grew up apart from my Dad for he used to be an Overseas Filipino Worker in Libya until I was eight. Both of my parents are professionals for they are both Civil Engineers. Since my mom works as a government employee and my dad is far away from us, I and my siblings grew up with a nanny and with our grand mother. As a toddler, I was always left with our house maid. Although at the age of four I was introduced into Christianity, I do not really understand who God is and all I know is that I go to church every Sunday and I attend the Sunday school. My mom became a Christian when she was in high school that was why she always told bible stories to me and to my siblings. She even looked up for bible passages and let me memorized it. She is the one who introduced me to Jesus Christ.

As I grew up, I became interested to God and I always get excited whenever we go to bible studies and prayer meetings. My passion for God sparked and I became hungry for Him. When I was five, I became interested to the stories of my mom about the missionaries and their zeal to follow Christ and I even got interested at the stories in bible studies that involved them. From then on I always asked my mom who Jesus is and I started to read bible story books for kids. It was a good start, isn’t it? A girl who became interested to God at a very young age, a girl who promised to be a missionary when she grew up, and a girl who wants to strive hard to follow Christ. I wish to tell you that I become consistent with that passion, but I did not.

I was seven when our little brother was born and I was eight when my dad resigned at his work in Libya. My dad was forced to resign at his work in an oil company in Libya due to some health problems. With my dad losing his work, financial crisis struck our family. When dad lost his work, we encountered a lot of problems. Sibling rivalry is rampant among me and my younger sister. My mom was the sole bread winner during that time and my dad encountered a lot of frustrations for he cannot support us with our needs. Actually, I became resentful with my dad for I did not grow up with him. I felt like I was not given the chance to get to know him. It was like my dad is a stranger to me.  


When these things happened to me and to my family, my heart was filled with hate and doubt. I questioned God and I even concluded that God does not really love me that was why He let me experience these hardships. I really can’t remember how I was able to cope up. Thanks are to God for He let me feel that He loves me so much and my dad loves me too and he just need to be separated from us just to give us a better life. When I realized this, I started to build my personal relationship to God and I was engaged into ministry at the age of eleven. My faith was strengthened when my cousin was diagnosed with Osteo Sarcoma, cancer of the bones. I developed my prayer life and I always talk to God whenever I have the opportunity. Although Kuya Oyeng died at the age of fourteen, his greatest gift to me is his strong faith in God. In my own eyes, I saw how he fought his sickness and how his faith was never shaken until his last breath came. I was thirteen back then.

 When I entered the teenage years, I was driven with passion to serve God and I became a goal-oriented person. From being a scholar in a private school, I decided to transfer in the sole Science high school in the city of Marikina to help my parents and also to enhance my skills and to improve my knowledge. This is where my world turned up side down. Because I graduated with honors and was considered as one of the brightest students from my former school, I became over confident and I thought that I am superior. Because the competition was tough and I really wanted to be in the distinction list, I devoted most of my time in studying and I sacrificed my daily devotions and my prayer time. My spiritual life was fluctuating. Being an achiever, I was devastated when I was not able to maintain my honor status in my academics, and my world shattered into pieces. It was like my heart was stab with a dagger. It really affected me to my core. This is where my spiritual life began to be shaken. I was being lukewarm and the worst part was I questioned myself if I am a real Christian and if I am actually saved. I was so ashamed of myself and I wished I were another person.

I became a real Christian when I was fifteen. It was during our retreat camp last May, 2009. I really remember how I fully surrendered my life to Jesus. A pastor was delivering a message and while he was delivering it, I can not help but to cry. It was as if I was the one who is being talked to. The pastor shared the story of  how he was saved. “Nakita na kita pero umalis ka at ngayong nakita na kitang muli hinding hindi na kita pakakawalan pa.” That was the words that struck my heart. When the pastor asked us to come and pray, I was the first one to come and I can not tell why I was sobbing. I kept on saying the words “I miss you Oh Lord.. I miss you so much and thank you for finding me…” While I was praying, I felt I was reacting violently like I was a tiger and I felt that I scratched the floor really hard and I’m making ggrrrrrr sound like I want to scratch someone. My eyes were closed that is why I was not aware what was happening around me. I felt like two people hold my hands and I was joining them in their prayers. I really pray hard and I rebuked Satan in my body. I kept on shouting and making the grrr sound yet I’m also shouting my prayers. I can not control my body. After I was prayed upon by the pastors, I blew as if something in my stomach was removed. I did not know that I was being delivered from the strong hold of Satan in my life. After I was delivered, I still closed my eyes and pray. God changed my life and I never question my salvation from then on. Five days after our retreat, I was water baptized and I started to restore my relationship to God.

Currently, I am an officer of our youth group and I’m also engaged in the Tambourine Ministry. I am a writer in a Christian Radio Station and driven by the Do Hard Things Mindset. Do Hard Things is a book written by Alex and Brett Harris. It is a book inspired by the verse 1Timothy 4:12. I am also a poet and a blogger who writes about the greatness of our God and His unconditional love for us. I do not know what lies ahead for me and what will happen for my future. One thing is for sure: I entrust my unknown future to my known God and my God has greater plans for me, plans to prosper me not to harm me, plans to give ma hope and a future. Jesus Christ is the author and the finisher of my life and in Him my hope is found.

Soli Deo Gloria

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