Join Date: Mar 2016
Location: neither here nor there
I was, at some point between the ages of eight and ten. It was in a river, my family did it together.
We each had a Bible verse read for us on our turn. I had picked the one my mother used to sing to me when I was afraid, because she had suggested it. ("Fear not, for I am with you. Be not afraid for I am thy God. I will strengthen thee and I will help thee, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.") I was a bit embarrassed when I realized it might sound like I was afraid of the baptism itself.
I had hoped the baptism would be a new start for me, but it was not. Everything was much the same as before.
One thing, I remember not wanting to shower when I came home, I smelled nice from the river.
Who am I, then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up; if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else.