Somehow, the things my mother wanted to do, the release in evangelism she sought with such frenzy, were transferred to me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Mother was a great force in her area of evangelism.
The inspiration came suddenly again to surrender to the Mother. It was quite unexpected: And so somehow I made a surrender to the Mother. Then I had an experience of overwhelming love. Waves of love sort of flowed into me.
Evangelism is selling a dream.
My parents reverted to their Catholic faith through the charismatic renewal, so I was raised charismatic.
When I look back at those pictures of my mother performing - and listen to her recordings - it makes me sad to think that all of that joy she found in her work came to an end. I wish she hadn't had to make that sacrifice, even if it was for the benefit of my father and siblings and me.
My mom and I were super tight. I think she really wanted me to be an artist, you know? She used to like to tell people she wanted to be Beethoven's mother. That was her thing. She wanted to be the mother of this person.
Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
I knew I was going from the flock of Christ and had no resolution to return, hence serious reflections were uneasy to me, and youthful vanities and diversions were my greatest pleasure.
I adored my mother, and I will always have extraordinary memories about her and remember her, and she opened the doors for me to appreciate arts.
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