It’s hard to know when they’re ready.
Seven years old is pretty young.
When he was visiting us in June only grandson insisted he was ready and wanted to be water baptized.
When he went back home to South Carolina he kept after his mama and daddy about it.
He could clearly articulate his reasons, “God is the Boss of my life and I want everyone to know it.”
They asked him to wait until they were back in Portland so Papa could baptize him.
Today was his big day.
There wasn’t one bit of shyness, nervousness, timidity as he stood and declared Whose he is.
I continue to count my thanks
piling up gratitude day by day
in my little green journal.
-picking blackberries with my grandkids
-dinner with the whole family at my nephew’s
-ministering with my friend
-two precious days at the beach with all our children and grandchildren
-playing by and in the sea
-morning devotions on the back deck of the beach house
-the whole family playing together
-deer almost close enough to touch!
-staying up late with my three daughters talking and laughing
-grandson’s water baptism
-another person from the apartments next to the church offices water baptized
-friends excited to go to Ghana and help our kids with some building projects
-a matinee with my daughters