We woke in the morning on Sunday,

knowing that it was a very special day. The sky looked alot like the cellulite on my legs, which I am not so happy about. It was speckled with clouds and the sun was shining and my daughter and I had a secret, that no one else in the family knew. I knew that if I didn't make an announcement to my precious husband, he would miss the miracle which was occurring in our midst.
I said, honey, we have a child who is getting baptized this morning at service. NO! he said and on and on about this and that and I understood, immediately why my precious daughter had eloped, as it were to the Lord, to be baptized.
She wanted no discussion about it. She wanted to show the Lord that it was not of her heritage or background. She was truly following the Lord in obedience. She didn't even choose to be baptized at the service which our family attends. She chose the latter service.
I never felt that emotion in service ever before. I have sensed the presence of God and I have sensed the presence of one or another of the predecessors in service, worshipping with us. This morning, I sensed all of the family, in glory, come to see the baptism of this precious child of God, who has waited on the Lord, for the perfect time to follow the Lord in obedience to God in water baptism. To God be the glory, great things He has done.

I sat and remembered the little baby who was in church, possibly the first Sunday after birth. Church is like the cotton fields to her. We were always there. She was born on a Sunday, trying to get to Sunday school, she kept me from it to go into labor. Here she was, coming out in her white gown to surprise the family with her faith aside and apart from the family which carries her to church week after week.

Her faith is evident, daily, in her attitudes and approach to the hard and wonderful providences that we have had. She cares dilligently for her siblings and parents and now her job caring for little Levi is growing her skills and making her, even more precious in our household. She really is growing to have the correct priorities in her life. When she went under the water, her faith was already evident to us. Her father and I stood, amazed that God could use our decrepid testimonies and draw her to himself. In spite of us, she belongs to Jesus. This was the service, but they didn't tape the baptism