Our Rosary Circle:  Held by Mama Mary's Embrace

What has kept me moving forward, despite life's challenges, is the unwavering presence of prayer—especially the rosary, shared with a group of Marian devotees. More than a year ago, I felt a longing to be part of a prayer circle, and so I set out in search of one.

One day, I reconnected with an old friend from Lingkod ng Panginoon. Life had led us down different paths, and after her marriage, she and her family moved to Australia. Years had passed since we last spoke, yet when I reached out, she welcomed me with warmth. I asked if she knew of any group that prayed the rosary daily, and without hesitation, she recommended her own prayer circle. She mentioned that most of its members were older, but that didn’t matter to me—I simply longed to pray.

And so, my journey began. We met on Zoom, and from the very first session, I felt embraced. At that first meeting, I was invited to lead one of the decades, a gesture that reassured me that I belonged. Though most members lived in Australia, I was delighted to find a few fellow Filipinos among them. The group’s kindness bridged the physical distance; even miles apart, they made sure I felt connected. They would ask about the situation in the Philippines either before or after our prayers, sharing in thoughtful conversation that made me feel truly included.

Up to this day, we continue our devotion, lifting our voices in prayer. This circle has been my anchor, sustaining me through moments of solitude.

This October, I plan to visit Sydney and finally meet, face to face, the souls who have prayed alongside me for so long. Though I have visited Sydney before, this time feels different—like a new beginning. The excitement is undeniable.

Last December, I was also blessed to make a pilgrimage to Fatima, Portugal, where I stood before the chapel where Mother Mary appeared to three shepherd children—Lúcia dos Santos and her cousins Francisco and Jacinta Marto. It was a moment of deep spiritual awe, reminding me that, beyond borders and time, Mary’s presence remains steadfast.

Since my mother’s passing in 2015, it is Mother Mary who has cradled me in her grace. In my loneliness, in my sorrow, in my heartache—she has never left my side.

I love you, Mama Mary.