You guys… you just amaze me. Thank-you for your thoughtful, heartfelt words of encouragement over the loss of Teddy during this past weekend’s Pet Parade. I barely know what to say. And your darling pet’s faces made me smile all weekend through.
Things are quieter and different, and I allow moments of missing my girl here and there. But for the most part, my mind has been busy on other things, which I find helpful.
On Saturday, I chose to put a little joy back into my day by firing up a new DIY project. I needed to force myself out of a potential low rut. I needed a fix of joy, so I got busy and made that happen.
It wasn’t easy. I didn’t ‘feel’ like doing anything but I did it regardless. I just got up and started. And then momentum built and I felt like I was back! (more on this project tomorrow)
Saturday evening I gave myself even more joy. I dropped in at my artist buddy Dan’s workshop (Imagination Corporation) to visit and take a few pictures. Hanging out with artists is nothing BUT joy. Watching them create amazing works of art that they themselves didn’t realize they had potential for was over the top!
This was a hand sculpting class and the assignment was to create a dinosaur head. They were amazing!
And then I gave myself the biggest joyful gift of all on Sunday.
A few days prior I had opened up Facebook and landed on this caption, “Expect the unexpected.” with a gush of water as a graphic right under it. I thought it was a super cool graphic and pushed on.
On Saturday, I found the same graphic but this time with a different message.
Well, my stomach instantly did this trapeze double flip (made that up, no idea if it’s a real saying) not really knowing why. Why should that graphic concern me? I hit the hay Saturday night not even setting my alarm, which I normally do for Sunday.
Sunday, I got up early. Wide awake. All on my own. Tuned into Facebook over coffee and my stomach did more than a lurch once again at the graphic. It was then that my eyes grew wide and I knew what was being asked of me. I had big plans for the day ahead.
I felt like a puppet being led by the puppeteer. I couldn’t stop moving if I tried. Ok, I could have but I would have regretted it, know that feeling? You just know when you should do something. I got ready, grabbed a couple towels with my camera and ran for the truck.
I sat in the front row, taking pictures of others getting baptized. As Pastor Dwayne was wrapping things up, he started to climb out of the tub.
That’s when I approached the ladder with, “Could you please stay in?”
With extreme pleasure, the service was halted, I threw off my jacket and shoes and climbed up.
And got baptized. I. Got. Baptized!
Totally impromptu from the joyful eyes of my church family, and sort of even to me! Yet it didn’t surprise me if that makes sense. It felt very, VERY right. I felt total peace and excitement for what’s to come, full knowing how it falls into my assignment in life.
This isn’t the first time I’ve felt God’s gentle persuasion. Not even close. My entire story (nearly to date) is below if you have an hour or 2 to spare.
So… you must be curious! And I hope you don’t mind if I share… What exactly does a baptized girl feel like anyway?
I feel intense joy. The smile on my face is still there. It’s been exactly 9 hours and the mere memories of what transpired and how it’s left me feel has me feeling AMAZING.
I feel loved. I mean, I really ‘feel’ it. There is a sensation that wraps around me, as if I’m being protected.
I feel more confident and focused. It’s as if my decisions are more sound and I’m not second guessing myself to the level I was.
I have direction. I know what comes first and how to filter everything around it.
Wow. Just wow.
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About the baptism…
Just know, I don’t have it all together. I’m not a pro at this topic by a long shot. I was wondering if I even qualified to be baptized! But during the service beforehand, Pastor Dwayne explained perfectly what it actually meant to be baptized. It’s simply a desire to follow what God has in store for you and live your fullest life according to His plan.
The explanation just confirmed what I HAD to do. God has been such a big part of my story thus far and I just desired to partner with Him to the hilt.
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Anyway, I walked by Teddy’s grave today, topped with freshly cut flowers from the garden, and rather than wiping away a tear, I smiled big. Strength! I have more strength! And it felt wonderful!
My desire for every one of you is to choose joyful choices in your life, no matter where you’re at. It sure beats the alternative!