Baptism Sunday
One of the best things about being God’s daughter is that none of my rebelliousness makes Him abandon me. I’m still His princess. I was fortunate to be raised in a healthy church, and even when crazy things were going on in my life, I had enough sense to go to church when service was scheduled even though I didn’t want to be there. My godfather baptized me at age 6. When I made the decision to be baptized . One of the elders came to my parents house and talked to me. He asked if I knew what it meant to be saved and baptized. I absolutely knew. And I wanted it so bad that God put a little tune in my head and I would always pray that tune, “I wanna be saved”. So much so that one time in Children’s Church, I stood up and sung it OUT LOUD, “I wanna be saved”; there were blank stares everywhere, and the worship team didn’t know what to do so somebody just started singing the song “I’m saved, I’m saved….through the storms of life, my soul keeps singing ...