Your proudest moment - today's blog post.
This was one I was dreading because I have had so many proud moments. We all have moments where we thrive on pride because we have been complimented or had a pat on the back for reason or other. It was definitely a difficult post to come up with. And then I remembered something, a day where I decided that I was going to do what God wanted me to and what in my heart, I wanted to too. My proudest moment was July 10th, 2004, the day I was baptized as one of Jehovah's Witnesses.
I remember being fearful because I knew I would be tested greatly. A teenaged girl in high school who was about to get baptised, how could I not be tested? But I also knew how forgiving God was, and that although I was determined to stay faithful, if I fell, God would help me back up and forgive me. But only if it was truly a mistake.
I remember walking across the stage after I answered my affirmative yeses, and sweating like nobodies business. But I also remember the look in my parents faces when I was finally dunked. And how I felt so thankful and proud to be sopping wet. I still cannot believe it's been almost 11 years since I took the plunge (literally!) I tried finding a picture but could not find one for the life of me.
Anyways loves, see you tomorrow!