Stepping Stones…

A new day, a new journey into the world of “blogging” – but what better day to start a written documentary on my life than the day I was baptized. 

 Today had started as any ordinary day, I woke up, and went through my usual morning routine, and headed off to church with Mary.  I thought nothing different of my day, except that I knew it would be the day we said farewell to Pastor Paul at our church (Northgate Free Methodist — a church worthy of a blog of its own, so stay tuned!)  But there we sat in our usual seats, and worshipped and listened to Pastor Paul as he shared his words on “being a good friend” and I had the same feeling I usually do when I’m at church.  I listen to the words of the message, I hear Pastor Paul preach and nod my head slightly as I agree with things that are said and sporadically laugh and smile at a funny thing here or there, but yet I still find myself entangled in a web of questions that I just sit there asking myself.  Wondering who I truly am, or moreso what my true purpose is in life.  Wondering if I am really a Christian or not, or if I am a bad person because I have to ask for forgiveness everyday.  Or of course there is the question of how do I know if I am a Christian still, because I sinned yesterday, or did God really hear me when I said I was sorry…. ??????  But as Pastor Paul got up and started to do his baptizing ceremony, and we continued to worship as a family, I closed my eyes for a minute and just asked God what he wanted me to do.  Now, I don’t even really know if today’s service can be summed up into words, except for that it was completely overwhemling.  It was nothing short of a complete work of Christ.  But the words were being sang, and tears were being shed and emotions were definately flowing.  And I don’t know if I decided to turn to Mary, and tell her I was going to go up and get baptized when I felt my knees shaking, or my heart pounding, or if it was when I could feel the tears run down my face like an ocean’s tide, but I do know that it was when I heard and felt God calling to me and telling me to go.  So there I went, with a good friend holding my hand, and got baptized.  I have never really had a place where I could hug my pastor before, or shed tears in front of my church family before.  But there I was, and here I am, clean and whole and full of desire and passion for my Lord Jesus Christ.  A declaration I shall hold in my heart each morning I wake up, which in itself should make it to be far from… just an ordinary and average day.  I’ve learned that with Christ, there really is no such thing as a typical day.  And yes, I’ve had Christ before, and I’ve considered myself a Christian before, and actually, yes I was baptized before as my family so kindly reminded me of today, but I was not even old enough to speak, let alone to declare my personal faith, committment and love for Jesus. 

So here I am, sitting here wondering where my journey may lead me now.  But I don’t need to worry about that, I have jumped on a stepping stone, and my journey shall continue. 

 Until my next adventure…

… may angels watch over you and God hold you in His sweet and awesome embrace – today, tomorrow and for all of eternity.