First of all let me say I love my mum and dad very much, I lost my mum to cancer august 2009 and my dad to the same disease august 1999. I grew up in a family where religion was never discussed, after toughing it out on the land for a while, we eventually packed up and move to the city. Leaving school at 14 in my mid teens, I learnt to live and survive in a world surrounded by temptation.
I have done things that are wrong and things that I still ask the lord to forgive me for, I don't consider myself a bad person, but I do strive to be a better one. There are only two books in the last 30 years that I have read and one of them was the bible.
At 16 I found the lord and started going to church on my own, One night after reading the bible I felt the holy ghost give me a spiritual cuddle, It was the most uplifting and comforting feeling I have ever felt, almost indescribable.
But at 30 years old for some reason I'd denied everything including the previous paragraph, I lost my faith. I was a self confessed atheist and not afraid of the dark. A few years later after my dad died a lot of things happened around me, but the one thing relevant to this site, was what my mother experienced. Remember she never has been to church herself, she told me one night about 2 weeks after my dad died.
She was laying in bed feeling very depressed and asked the lord for the first time, for some help. She knew nothing about my experience with the holy ghost when I was 16, she was talking to a atheist.
She said, last night I asked god for some help, I don't want to go on. I then felt something that was very beautiful, it was like a cuddle that made me feel good, I could feel it with my spirit. With a tear in my eye it took me back to when I was 16, I said mum that was the holy ghost I have felt it as well, never again will I lose my faith and god rest her soul.