So this past week I got baptized. And to give you the story I need to bring you back to the beginning.
*Que the rewind tapes*
The first time I was saved and baptized was in my early childhood. I remember right where I was. I was at our dining table with a bowl of cereal and I was praying over my meal. Wow, what a touching moment. I was talking to God and was just thankful that he was there for me and that I understood that Jesus died on the cross for me and that I wanted to live for him. As a kid, I was actually pretty set straight that I wanted to live a Godly life. Well since then I have definitely gotten older and so many things have happened in my life. Like puberty, heart surgery (that’s a story for another time), middle AND high school, and the pandemic. My younger self couldn’t have seen what was coming. So let’s bring the time to 2021. Year after the pandemic had started and I was honestly in one of the weirdest times of my life. I didn’t have any good friends, I was truly not in a good mental state, and I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Worship had always been the one thing that I knew God had blessed me with and I absolutely knew that it was gonna play a huge role in my life. But what I didn’t know is how much missions was also gonna be on my heart. I had done SO much research and had decided to do the World Race Gap Year in the fall of 2022 after I graduated. If you want to see how I chose World Race I recommend going and reading my first blog post. Dang I just plugged that really good. Anyways, at the same time that I chose to go on the WRGY I started to find Godly friends and surrounded myself with people that I actually liked. I had also started to fully surrender my life to the Lord and trust him in whatever he has planned for me. It was the first time I had ever done that. And now the time brings us to January 2022. I have no idea but the Lord put baptism very heavy on my heart. It was all I could think about but whenever I would even consider the idea, I would feel tremendous guilt and doubt. This was truly the devil getting in my way. So I went to a bible study one day and we literally took almost half the time talking about baptism and when I was talking about my baptism, I found myself trying to make valid excuses as to why I haven’t gotten baptized again. In that moment I knew what the Lord was trying to say. So.. I got baptized. And it was amazing. Words can’t describe the feeling of the weight being lifted off my shoulders. To just fully commit and not be afraid of what’s to come. I want to seriously thank everyone who has had a hand in where I have came in life. It means more than you could ever know and I really appreciate all the support. Till the next one.
Love this story of obedience and growth. So glad you followed the Lord and got baptized. Sound like it was an event that you will always remember. Isn’t it cool that God tells us to do something and it is so meaningful we don’t think we will ever forget it? Sounds just like him to me.