Mountains, I was baptized by a long-time family friend. Many years ago I had been sprinkled as a Methodist, but this time was different. This time I held my nose as my body was submerged in the water; I was aligning myself with the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Before I was dipped into the water, I felt the pain of my old life of confusion, frustration, and bitterness for the last time. As my body went under, the burdens I had endured for so long were dead and buried. As Christ harrowed Hell, I had lived a personal Hell. The water encircled me, and I was transported back into the womb to be reborn. Water rushed in, filling the wound and closing it tightly. When I was raised out of the water, tears streamed down my cheeks as I thrust my arms above my head, my faith was resurrected.
I had found what I had been
missing. It was the mystery I had sought for all of those years. I finally closed the void, the emptiness my biological father left filled tenfold with the love of my Heavenly Father. In the Christian faith, God is “Daddy,” or “Abba” in the Aramaic translation, a personal and intimate force in the lives of His believers. I am not just a person on this Earth to God, I am His little girl and He is my Daddy who fills me with righteousness. No matter where I find myself, I will live my life according to His purpose and know that He is proud of me. God loved me before, He loves me now, and He will love me forever more. His love is far more than any being can possibly fathom or even attempt to duplicate. I finally found my Abba, and I will never let go.
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
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