It was a great day. My three oldest, Benjamin (9), Josiah (8), and Abigail (7) all followed the Lord in believer’s baptism. That means that they knew that there was a time in their life when they admitted to God that they were sinners and that they needed His forgiveness and healing to save them from their sins and to take them to Heaven. And by taking the step of baptism they were shouting to the world that Jesus had died on the cross for their sins and that they had accepted His gift of salvation. They were dedicating their lives to Jesus. (Baptism doesn’t save, it is merely a public profession of faith.)
Exciting. So many things going on. It was my day to play the piano so there were responsibilities there to think of, clothes to remember, friends who came for the special day to greet, children to calm, others to reassure that they were important, too . . . We threw a party at our house after the service so family could celebrate. Something simple since it was Sunday and no one wanted to clean up the mess or even make it to begin with. Kids were too wound to take naps, no time to practice for special music during the evening service. Good messages. Good fellowship. Good God.
I cried on the way home. One of the first of many important events in the life of his children and Dan missed it. I even wore my wedding dress (shortened and added a little red sweater) and a necklace that Dan gave me. And he didn’t even bother to show up and tell me how pretty I looked. Sigh.
But God was there and I think He was pleased.
Hebrews 13:5 “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”