Mother Stories: Understanding the Holy Spirit

Mother Stories: Understanding the Holy Spirit

Let’s cut to the truth. If God is a father and son, where on earth is  Mother? Why, she’s right here inside us. In the same way that Father and Brother are with us, the Holy Spirit is always present, always loving us, always helping us get along. Due to the emails people send, it’s safe to say that most readers are well acquainted with the masculine aspects of God. Since 2015, however, more and more folks have asked for help in understanding the Holy Spirit.

Some readers wonder if the “Mother” revelation is true. Still more share their own tales of Holy Spirit. Most Mother stories contain minor miracles, a touch of heavenly humor, and a sweetness that only a loving mother can provide.

Understanding the Holy Spirit

Are you curious about your true mother? If so, Freely Receive offers a selection of articles and commentary devoted to understanding the Holy Spirit. Do you have a Mother story to share with us? Email it to share@freelyreceive.net. Also provide your first name, or make one up. Submissions may be edited for grammar and length.

Share your Mother stories with us.

Mother stories involve events that that occur between two or more living beings. For example, you ask the Holy Spirit to make that driver let you in and he or she does that. Or maybe you overslept on the day of the big meeting. So you ask Mother for help, then learn that the boss canceled it. Or, you’ve just asked Mother to help you lower your charge card rate. When you call in the agent accidentally deletes your credit history. That’s a true Mother story, by the way. Acts of Holy Spirit involve any living being with a mind. Today for instance, I tossed my last slice of bread onto the porch. I’d not seen my squirrel for more than a week—yet he showed up within minutes! How did he know dinner was ready? Of course Mother told him so.

Get it? Good. Let the Holy Spirit shine!

I’ll kick things off with a Mother story of my own, and hopefully a few tales from readers, too. (Mother? Can you please send some?) I hope to post your Mother story here.


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The Feminine Holy Spirit | by Johannes van Oort
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One thought on “Mother Stories: Understanding the Holy Spirit”

  1. Mother and My Tech Project

    I recently took on a complex project that involved a great deal of technical issues and “geek work”. Not being a geek myself, I had a terrible time. Over the course of three weeks, I had spent 54 hours on the phone with Tech Support. Most of them talked faster than I could take notes. Some techs were downright snotty. Making matters worse, each time I needed help I was forced to wait on hold for at least thirty minutes.

    During one of my darkest hours I phoned in again. As usual, I was told to expect a callback. During the wait time I asked Mother to hook me up with a really great helper. Correction: I asked Mother for the BEST helper. The ideal person, I thought to her, would be smart, kind, and sympathetic to my plight. When I finally got my callback, the automated system placed me on hold for forty-five minutes.

    I felt myself die a little bit. I wanted to weep and whine and scream obscenities. So I cussed into the phone for a little while.

    All at once a calming feeling swept through me. I stopped ranting. The reason for the delay, I realized, was that I’d asked the Holy Spirit to send me a very specific type of person. I’d also requested the best helper for my situation. That’s a tall order, I thought—especially at 3:25 Saturday morning.

    “Sorry Mother,” I apologized, “You need some time to make this happen, don’t you. Okay. I will wait as long as it takes because I believe in you and I know that you will help me.”

    In case you are wondering, my perfect someone did not instantly manifest. No, I held on the phone for another half-hour, listening to cheesy music-on-hold that I’d long since memorized, and loving my perfect mother because I knew that she was working hard for me.

    After a time the music abruptly ceased. “Hello, this is Tom,” a pleasant voice announced. “Is this Andrew? How can I help you?”

    Tom was exactly what I had asked for—right down to his patient attitude and willingness to talk slowly. Did Tom save the day? Of course not. Another two weeks passed until I delivered the project. But it was not Tom’s fault. The problem was that I am not a geek. Nevertheless my strength was restored. And the work became more joyous because Mother, the Holy Spirit, had fought for her little one in his hour of need.

    Thank you Mom. Happy Mother’s Day!

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