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 I’m saved…”  

No No No…that’s not what I mean. I wanna be saved. Someone help me get saved.

I prayed/sung to God desperately, I wanna be saved" and one day I realized I was already saved. I just needed to accept Christ’s salvation and walk it out.

Out of Darkness

    I recall two very dark times in my life, I mean DARK dark; but through both times, there were female church leaders who took me under their wing and covered me even when I didn’t know how to ask for help. That’s the power of Christ. At my home church, the founding pastor and her daughter (who was my mentor) prayed and laid hands on me even though I didn’t want it, they kept me around them in my downtime, they made me serve, they told my friends to cover me while I was on campus. Even when various guest speakers came and would lay hands on people in the prayer line, when I would step up, they almost intuitively would put the mic down, hug me, and pray in my ear. It’s like everyone knew satan had me and that it was really bad. But they never cast me away. Finding a church like that was quite difficult when I moved away. But God sent my family and I to the right place. Pastor Drew and Lauren have been so instrumental in my family's life. Pastor Lauren sees me and I appreciate it so much. She doesn’t judge even though I know I put her through lol. She wars with me (and many times for me). She has covered me during a very deja vu-ish dark season. Just like God redeemed me before, He did it again. I've been feeling a strong urge to be baptized again. So I signed up to be baptized at my new home church. Today, November 23 , 2025 was Baptism Sunday!

Heaven Week

When I tell you, Murphy’s law was definitely going for blood this week but God is greater and he does NOT play about His children. Baptism Sunday got closer and the enemy did not want me to make it to the day at all. The fight doesn’t stop just because you declared something. In fact, the declaration is basically you signing up for war. I decided to go from the “garden” to the “war room” and satan smelled Jesus’ name on me but he didn’t want to let me go. Past strongholds reached out daily, but living for Christ and dying to self is a constant putting off of things and putting on God’s armor. Things are trying to come back on me stronger than before but my God is fighting for me, and with Him. I have victory!!! My name is written...