Jesus Calling For Moms Novels & Stories

Busy is good. It was Christmas Eve, I received a call from an unknown number. As soon as I answered, my mother’s familiar voice came through. “Honey, we've realized our mistakes. We've wronged you, and we're truly sorry. Today's a special day. Everyone wants to see you. Can you come back and see us? Just think of it as one last family reunion dinner, okay?” Her voice was cautious, filled with humble pleading. That’s a first. I was silent for a moment before replying, “Okay.”

Not only that, but I also happened to recall that I heard Mother call my name, which surprised them. "So, She is communicating with you again?" Thaddeus, who was clasping our hands together, and Theodore, who kept kissing my temple, asked in unison. I told them what happened at that time and kept receiving a warning from Her. "I know it sounds crazy, but I know that is my mother's voice. That is the Moon Goddess!" I exclaimed and even laid on my stomach. "It is fascinating... and frightening, at the same time." The feeling of being communicated by Her was something I had longed for. Father told me before that there might be some times that Mother would communicate with me, perhaps in a dire

She wished there was something more concrete she could do. She looked around the room, wondering if maybe one of these apostles could be her Dad. She was burning with a desire to speak up, to ask Jesus questions about him, about what she was doing here, about what she should do next. She felt so overwhelmed, she could barely contain herself. But she felt it would be disrespectful, somehow, to speak up at this table. Suddenly, Judas leaned over and whispered something in Jesus’ ear. Jesus slowly stood, and all the other apostles stood, too, out of respect. Caitlin did, too.

A voice whispered, “come, my love.” She walked closer, “Mom, you can see me?” “Yes, my child follows the light.” She walks closer; she hears a voice calling her back. Looking back, she sees it's Andrea. Andrea looks like an angel. She smiles, “do not go into the light, Joshua, Tiffany, and your baby need you. Come to me,” Andrea puts out her hand. She hears her mom saying, "come with me. I will take you away from all your misery.” Suddenly a baby is in front of her in a cradle, crying, “bring the baby to me,” says her mother.

"Lord please take my soul away and wake my wife up, I know I'm not worthy to be in your presence but please even if I don't go to heaven I will understand, Even if I have to walk hell and allow the devil flog me, I will accept so please wake Tycelyn up, please," I was in the church like every other evening when I heard my phone ring, I brought it out from my pocket and saw the caller was my mom. Mom always stayed with Tycelyn when I was at the church and anytime my mom called me I was always scared, her call meant either good or bad news and today I didn't know which it was. "Yes Mom," my voice shook as I spoke, my heart hoping whatever she was going to say was good or just a normal conversa

Christian 1 year later "Where the fuck is Jack? It's almost 10!" My brother Callum grunts out, he's been in a shitty mood all morning and our youngest brother isn't helping things. "I haven't got a clue but he wasn't in his room when I went to wake him at 7." "Been out getting his dick wet no doubt!" Callum grunts out while rolling his eyes. I chuckle at his response "Wouldn't be surprised!" "Christian there's a phone call for you!" My mother Ruby shouts across the field to me. I love my mom with all I have but Jesus that woman has a bell in every tooth, then again raising 6 kids including 5 boys is bound to do that to you.

It was Mum on the line! My hands shook. Why is she calling now of all times! The call ended but it came again. My tears dried immediately, not only panic, fear and guilt took over my emotions. Slowly I tapped on the green dialer to answer her call. “M.. Mum?” “Little Saint, why aren't you in church this evening?” Alpha Moses's voice came through. Shit! Someone has told him already!? My breath hitched. “Em… I…. I fell asleep as I came back from the Sacristy and….”

His watery eyes start to shine. “My Lord, my Brother, and Savior Jesus Christ. I am now a father. I never dreamed that someday You God will let me build a family with such a great, amazing young person like her. I feel very lucky and appreciative for the gifts.” Jason looks happily toward the front of the prayer room, where a verse from the bible was put in the highest corner. “Nobody can approach the Father except through Me because I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.” Additionally, there are images of a newborn child showing new life, together with Mary, the young mother, and her husband Joseph, who are seen enthusiastically cooperating to listen to the angel that appeared to them.

I whispered. I left the room to my office before Christopher showed up again, “Sir, I’ve called her like instructed.” “Connect the call to my phone.” I told him. However, I wondered why mom was calling so soon without a notice. She picked the call, and I placed the phone on my ear. “Mama?” I called. “Hey, Mateo!” She sounded casually, like her main reason for calling was just the usual mother and son moment, which for some reason I wasn’t buying.

‘Santa Maria Madre di Cristo (holy Mary mother of Christ’ she yells as she looks at the caller id ‘not now’ ‘Monalisa honey’ the caller says weakly ‘please come back home, I’m seriously sick…. *cough cough*… I want to see you before I die’ ‘Seriously mother’ Monalisa replies angrily as she sits up ‘you and I both know nothing can make me come back home well except a relative is DEAD, so mom stop pretending cause I’m not in the mood’