Originally posted on Fruitofmybranches.com
One minute I’m encouraging others to do it, the next I’m buried in water…I spontaneously got baptized around this time last year. It wasn’t my first time. My first was at an age too young to remember why I did it. This time was different. I knew exactly why. I actually had been watching others do it for months, while secretly admiring their boldness. I wasn’t sure when I would muster up the courage to do it myself. I just knew God had done some amazing things in my heart and I wanted to publicly profess my love for Him. I’m not the “all eyes on me” type of person (and my church is kinda big), so, although I had a burning desire to do it, it terrified me at the same time. When I stepped into that pool, dressed in my work clothes, I was telling God that I’m desperate for You and I can’t wait any longer. As I descended in the spontaneous waters, I took my fears with me, but when I came back up, I had no idea that I left them behind. And, so started the decomposition of the old me…
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