Taking the Plunge

Two of my girls got baptized at their church on Sunday night. I love baptisms. Mine happened when I was 14, right before I started high school. I knew it was an important step to take, but no one told me the experience would make my face hurt from smiling so much afterwards. On Sunday, I saw history repeat itself. These girls were practically glowing. Both of them were a little bit scared beforehand, especially because they would have to talk to a large crowd of people. I met both of them during the first worship service they came to as freshmen and it's striking how much they've grown since that night. Watching them publicly commit to living for Christ and seeing the symbolism of their sins being washed away as they come out of the water was incredible. I cried like a proud mama. It's these moments that make me feel so blessed. I get to witness God's work in people's lives--the high moments are wonderful, but I get to see the struggles in between. Knowing the sacrifices they've made to make it to this point makes the joy of nights like this even sweeter.