Yesterday I had the distinct privilege of having several of my nearest and dearest attend my baptism and it was hands-down one of the coolest things I have ever done. Back in December, I wrote about why I was choosing to be baptized....again.
Here's the funny thing: I was nervous. I was rushing around the house in the morning trying to get everything ready for my family that would be coming over after the ceremony, but I think I stressed more over what to wear to the service. I seriously was fretting over what to wear for a public dunking in a small pool! Can you believe it? Talk about sweating the small stuff.
When all was said and done, nobody accidentally stepped backwards into the baptismal pool like George & Mary at the dance, no one tripped on the steps going in, and not a single person came up out of the water unchanged.
I chuckle when I look at the photo above because I was talking with the woman next to me about how easy it would be for any one of us to take a wrong step backwards and fall into the water. It would be an easy way to expedite the process, to be sure!
As we walked down to the pool, a pastor read an excerpt from our testimony. Despite of how it looks in the photo, I wasn't laughing at what was being read, but rather just smiling at the excitement on the faces of my family and friends in the congregation. Quite honestly, I couldn't hear a word of what was being read!
My three year old, Micah, was perfectly behaved during the service because he just sat there "watching TV." He got pretty excited when he saw Mommy on TV!
I'm so grateful for the people who came to support me at my baptism. I want them all to know that it meant the world to me, especially for my parents to be there. Yesterday's decision marked a poignant moment in my life that I will never forget. It meant the death of one life and the beginning of a new one.
And it's only through the incredible grace of God that it was possible. Praise be to the one who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead.
