This is the story of a boy born into a royal household. Just three months after his birth, his father passed away. What followed was heartbreak: the boy and his mother were abandoned by the family. His sister was taken away by relatives, while he and his mother were left to fend for themselves—battling for survival and entangled in property and legal disputes with powerful and wealthy giants.

As he grew up, the boy began working in shoe factories. Amidst the toil, he fell in love with an aspiring medical student still in her teenage years. As he transitioned from boy to man, he married this young woman in his early twenties. She gave up her education to be with him. Together, they built a family, raising five children. They poured all their love into their kids, and the man worked tirelessly—sweating and bleeding—to provide them the luxury he had once lost.

But over time, things changed. His focus shifted from his family to building and expanding his business. Love took a back seat, while wealth and pride took the driver’s seat.

As love lost its grip in the household, jealousy crept in among his business rivals. One of them, consumed by envy, plotted against him using witchcraft and spells.

Let me pause here to say—this is not just any story. This is my family’s story. That boy is my father, and the young woman he married is my mother. The five children they raised? I’m one of them.

The torment of evil spirits became so tangible in our home that we could barely enjoy the blessings in our lives. Life grew more traumatizing with each passing day—for us as a family.

Quarrels were constant, but that wasn’t the worst. Every full moon, new moon, strange things would happen. We began to suspect witchcraft: lemons and sorcery idols would appear mysteriously outside our factory gate, signaling that spells were being cast on us. On those nights, my father would become a completely different person, and the house would spiral into chaos. At least one person would end up with a bloody injury. Someone would try to harm themselves. There would be fights, broken bones, and terrifying emotional breakdowns. We were so scared that we started marking the full and new moon days on the calendar just to brace ourselves.

I remember the day my mom was nearly crushed between a wall and a minivan. My sister miraculously survived a near-death encounter with an oncoming train. Another time, while riding in our family car, the windshield suddenly shattered into tiny shards right in front of my eyes. And once, all five of us kids were admitted to the hospital at the same time. Every other day felt like death was knocking at our door.

Despite it all, my mom never gave up. With the little knowledge she had about Christ, she began seeking the Lord. Evangelism was only just beginning to gain momentum in our area, but there was one minister who preached and prayed every morning at 7 a.m. on a secular TV channel.

That was my dad’s newspaper-reading time. He would flip through channels looking for the news, but one morning, he accidentally landed on this channel just as the minister greeted viewers. His voice was calm and gentle—it caught my dad’s attention. Soon, he began listening to the message about the cross and the power of the blood of Jesus Christ.

Day one turned into day three, and eventually, my dad couldn’t go a day without hearing this man of God.

Mornings were the busiest times in our house. My mom would be preparing breakfast and lunch, serving tea, and managing five children. Still, somehow, the Holy Spirit found a way to reach her heart. Her time listening to the preacher grew from a few seconds to a full 30 minutes. As we moved through the house, grabbing our food or walking to the kitchen, we caught glimpses of the message.

Personally, the first thing I learned from those moments was that God is gentle—just like the minister’s voice.

My mom began walking around the house, praying and listening to the message without interruption. Everyone in our family—even our dog—knew not to disturb her during that sacred time. She grew stronger from the Word of God.

But as her faith grew, so did the chaos in our home. My father began yelling at her, blaming her prayers for the increased disorder. He tried to stop her from watching the program, but he failed. She would do nothing else in the house until she had her 30 minutes with God.

Then the truth of Scripture was revealed:

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it more abundantly.” —John 10:10

That revelation became our anchor.

One of my siblings soon joined my mother in seeking Christ. My father became furious, accusing her of shaming our family values. But my sister stood firm. She boldly declared her faith, found a church that preached the Word, and my mom even traveled far from home to get baptized. That night was hell at home.

But my mother and sister didn’t waver. They fasted and prayed for the entire family. I remember waking up at night to hear my mother whispering each of our names in prayer.

That’s when the tide began to turn. The enemy’s foundation started to shake. Christ became our stronghold. I watched my mom cover us all under the wings of the Almighty. The power of the blood of Jesus became our defense. My mother claimed the promise:

“There is no enchantment against Jacob, no divination against Israel.” —Numbers 23:23

And today—I can testify: the power of witchcraft was broken by the blood of Jesus Christ. Slowly, we began to walk in freedom. The darkness lifted. The light of the everlasting God took over our home.

We no longer suffered bloody encounters. The suicidal thoughts stopped. My father returned to normal—even on the full and new moon days we used to dread. Eventually, we stopped keeping track of those days altogether.

So if you’re reading this, I want to encourage you: Nothing is too hard for the Lord. No matter how bad your situation is or how dark it looks, Jesus Christ can set you free from every work of the enemy. If He did it for our family, He can do it for yours too.

Try Jesus. He is good. He is the Light, and the darkness does not comprehend Him.

“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness but will have the light of life.” —John 8:12