It was bedtime November 21, 2010 that she decided to trust Jesus as her personal Lord and Savior. I remember the conversation. And I remember praying with her. And I remember rejoicing with her - in her salvation - in her innocent, little heart that wanted to be forgiven.She's been going into the main church service lately rather than going to the kids area. One night there was an announcement that the church would have a baptism service, and she told me right then that she wanted to be baptized.
She had told me once before that she wanted to be baptized. And we were just waiting for the service to come around at church.
I love her heart.I love her gentleness.
I love her consideration of others.
I love the way she always wants to be sure everyone gets a cookie or a drink or a hot dog or whatever it is that she's having. (She's instilled that in her younger brother too, because he does the same thing).
I love her desire to obey even when it goes against what she feels or thinks or likes at the time.
Those are all good qualities for her to have, right?
She still sins. She still makes mistakes.
And there it is...the reason we need Him. Because even with all of our best intentions, good choices, good person behavior...we still need Him.
I'm so thankful that the three children we've been blessed with have decided to trust Jesus. And I will rejoice once again when the other two decide to be baptized.
For today, we celebrate as a family her decision to make a public profession of her faith in Jesus through baptism. To symbolize outwardly, the washing that Jesus has done on the inside of her. To symbolize her expressed need for Him.Matthew 28:19-20
19 Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”
(*She's much older and bigger now...but I stumbled onto these photos today and had fun looking back...)
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