Jesus Calling For Moms Novels & Stories

as Joshua said while crying out loud. "Please mom,, I'm begging you,, please don't say anymore. Don't give up mom , remember as I promise you,, we will live together in big mansion and you will live as a queen, right mom? " "Please mom" , Joshua was screaming and crying, begging for his mom . Because his mother talked to much she can't even breath but there's only last words she said to Joshua. His mother was too weak and ready to accept what was her fate. She smile at him and said,

' she says in assurance then disappears just the same way she appeared. "Charles, are you alright?" I snap out of my reverie as Jeremy and Ben tap and shake my shoulders so as to wake me up. "Don't tell me you were in your fantasy world already yet we're looking for a solution!" Ben says while grinning. Fantasy world? If only be knew! "Let's go and rescue our son. There's no one in the house except Damian." I find myself saying and even if I'm not sure of what I'm saying, I conclude that it's our mother the moon goddess communicating through me and I can't change the statement.

Put it on loud speaker Jessica said. "Hello Mrs Beth are they up, but i did not finished when i knew the answer. I heard them crying at the background, why are they crying Mrs Beth. "I think they are looking for you." Please we are on our way, please put it on loud speaker, ok she said. Maya! Dorcas! i call their names " Mama! Mama! they said. Lucas P.O.V I was shock when i heard their voice, "Mama!. Immediately i fell weak that i can't move, she hang up the call.

My phone began to vibrate on my pillow, and it annoyed me. I answered it without looking. “Who’s calling?” “It’s me, sweetheart.” It was my mom. “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?” I softened my tone. “Mom, are you still in Nepal?” “I’m back. I’ve received something wonderful from the priest. Come home tonight. Oh, bring Zach with you.” “What’s this wonderful thing?” “Don’t worry about it. Just come home early.”

He quickly grabbed his phone and saw that it was his mother, Mommy Rara. Faith: "Hello, Mommy. What's up?" Mommy Rara: "Hello, Faith. Where are you guys? Why is it taking so long to get home?" Faith: "We just finished shopping at the supermarket, Mommy." Mommy Rara: "And ... where is Kasih? I've been calling her, but she didn't answer." Kasih just realized that the recent call was from Mrs. Rara. Faith glanced at Kasih briefly and said,

Why is she calling now. I cut the call and left the classroom. Jacob was waiting already and I got in the car. The car moved and my phone rang again. It was still my mom. I rolled my eyes and picked the call. “Hi” she said and I noticed a crack in her voice. “Hallelujah! You finally remember you have a daughter” I said sarcastically. “Are you free? Can you come over” She asked. “Why?” “I just want to see you, please” she said and I noticed her voice was shaking.

James was almost at his mother's house when his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Joyce's mother calling him. What could be wrong? She had never called him ever since the incident happened. Not for once. He feared something might have happened to Joyce, so he quickly answered the call and greeted.

At three in the morning, my phone rang. It was my mother. The problem was, Mom had been dead for three years. “Honey, listen to me.” Her voice came through the phone so clearly that for one terrifying second, it felt like she was standing right beside my bed. “Don’t go to work next Wednesday. There’s going to be a fire at your office. “Take a day off. Tell your supervisor you have a family emergency out of town. Whatever you do, make sure you’re not in that building on Wednesday.” I shot upright in bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Mom?” My voice trembled. “Remember. Do not go to work on Wednesday.” Her voice began breaking up, as though the signal were failing. “And one

"Help me to halt this dilemma I am facing right now. Your grandson—my son from another timeline—is going to usurp the throne and Papa agreed to soil our family name! I beseech you... Help me to return to that day before that happened..." I wailed like a child who got lost in the sea of crowds, seeking comfort and attention. Right, I was literally lost in the woods, couldn't find where I truly belonged. "Mother, please..." I looked up at her, seeing Her calm composure. She was as motionless as the lake and as bright as the sunrise. Her hand reached my cheek, imploring warmth and comfort. |Only you, as the Goddess of Time, can do this. This is your challenge, your mission to handle the hardshi

“Jesus Christ, Patsy! What the hell?” “Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain, Mom,” I say, what she had done last night she doesn’t have the right to think or say His name. She frowns at me as she uses one of the couch pillows to dry off her boobs. “What do you want?” “I was just wondering, Mom. Why did you do it?” “Do what?” she asks. “Don’t play dumb, Mom. You know what I mean.” “You mean why did I call the police on your stepfather?” she asks, obviously gloating.