There was a lot of references to baptism in today's chapter, so I decided I wanted to recall and write about my baptism. I didn't really grow up in church, but I had an uncle who was a baptist preacher. He and my aunt made sure that every time I was with them I went to church. They would usually plan for me to spend a week with them during the summer during their church's VBS. At was at one of their little baptist churches in Tennessee that I gave my heart to Jesus in 1992. I didn't get baptized at their church though. At the time I was in college at ASU and was attending a church there in Boone. So I decided I wanted to be baptized there. I always make a joke that the devil was after me from the beginning, because the week before my baptism I sprained my knee, he was trying to stop me before I even got started. LOL!
And the rest of the story is all history...God grabbed my heart and hasn't let go yet. Everyday He shows me new mercy, and blesses me beyond measure. I am so glad I meet him all those years ago.
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