The day appeared. I awoke that Sunday morning with a smile on my face and a beautiful hymn humming in my brain. My heart fluttered at the thought of the event I was about to embark on. I entered that wonderful church, stepped into the pool, and before I knew it, my body submerged into the water and I came up as a wet, but redeemed person.
My baptism that occurred only two weeks ago was the best day of my life. I can’t help but to replay the whole day in my head. Dozens of embracing hugs and thoughtful messages given to me. My beautiful family sitting in the front row, showing their love and support. Most of all, being so connected with my glorious God. This baptism is HUGE to me because it symbolized just how far I’ve come. I went through the desert season, the rainy season, the lost season, the pain agonizing season, to finally reach my season now: peace. All I have is peace, compassion, and gratitude. There isn’t a single day that has passed within this year that I wish I didn’t go through. I am so honored to have gone through the loss, because I would have never been truly found. I am happy. I am a Christ follower. I am living loved.