I remember reading something online about how God always met females where they were. Whether it was while they were doing chores in their houses or fetching water from wells (remember the Woman from the well that Jesus spoke to?)
I thought it was a sweet sentiment but as a single female, it wasn’t something I paid much attention to. All I do is work. If God wanted to speak to me, He could.
But I just got baptised. And it worked out perfectly. Which is a weird statement to make about baptism, right?
I have felt called to be baptised since I was 13. At the time, there were a few drownings due to baptisms. When I was older and made the decision again, I eventually ended up backing out due to fear. There was alot about the whole experience that scared me.
Would my non-Christian family members be okay with it? Would they attend? How did I choose clothes for a baptism? What if I died? What if I did something embarrassing like falling in the pool?
But it’s been a tough few months and I knew I wanted to do something to show my obedience to God. I felt the change in my heart but I wanted something else- a declaration that said “Lord I am here! Use me”. Also if I was being honest, I once again felt the call to get baptised. Everything seemed to align perfectly. The church didn’t do baptisms but they were fine with me doing something small with family. And they didn’t do the whole white clothing bit. So my family and I got together and planned a small baptism.
It’s my first full day as a baptised Christian and I feel lighter- more at peace. Tomorrow I start Bible Study- something else that I felt called to do but never could because the price was always out of my reach. I’m excited about this journey because it feels like God has met me where I am and it has been such a humbling experience but I also can’t wait to see where life goes from here.