|Posted by Lorraine Serra on May 30, 2013 at 10:20 AM||comments (0)|
My dad and my mother were an interesting pair. Dad joined the Marines straight out of high school in Boston, Mass, and was stationed at Camp Pendleton in Southern California. He was molded in discipline, honor, integrity, service and respect.
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My mother went into the convent straight out of high school in Brooklyn, New York. She, too, was molded in discipline, service, sacrifice, and respect, but also bound by a deep sense of gu...
|Posted by Lorraine Serra on May 23, 2013 at 10:35 AM||comments (2)|
I remember being a happy child for the most part. When I was 5 years old my folks purchased a toy piano for me as a Christmas gift. I was ecstatic! They unlocked a part of me which would turn out to be central to just about everything in my life. They managed to afford a real piano and I started lessons at age 8.
My mom didn’t need to force me to practice. I loved it! Music became a sou...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lorraine Serra on May 21, 2013 at 3:35 PM||comments (0)|
My earliest recollection of spiritual matters begins in first and second grade. I attended a Catholic elementary school, and was taught by nuns and priests in the early 60s. I can remember being afraid and intimidated at first by all these women and men draped in black robes. At the same time, I thought it would be really cool to dress up like that every day.
I can remember being quite awestruck by the myster...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lorraine Serra on May 18, 2013 at 8:30 AM||comments (0)|
Moving forward into the “springtime” of our new lives in Christ, the transformation I wrote about last time does indeed take some time to be revealed.
Just as the transition from winter into spring comes in little bursts of life surfacing from the frozen ground, we can experience the gratitude in our hearts and the awareness of Christ’s superb and overwhelming love for us breaking out even unexpectedly.
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