In the final day before my Baptism, I am spending a lot of quiet time thinking and praying and talking to Him. Loudoun asked me yesterday what a Baptism is all about, besides the fact that his mom is going to be dunked on stage like in a carnival dunk tank. And the words of sin, grace and mercy, perfect Saviour, repentance, holy, love and eternity flowed from my lips as only the Holy Spirit could provide. Loudoun sat there attentive, his eyes glued to mine, listening to every word about our great Lord.
And that's what this Baptism is about to me - Giving God glory and sharing the Gospel with people who need to hear it.
I have cried many times the past couple of days, thinking about the love and mercy He pours out on me, and how unworthy I feel to receive it. Christ died for my sins, all of them - past and future, and I love that I will always associate my Baptism with Easter weekend.
And because it was such a big part of my childhood, egg hunts and Easter bunnies will always be a part of my kids' childhoods. I mean, when your kid wants to go to preschool like this,
how could I give up the bunny part of Easter?