Baptism Blessings

Sunday I was blessed by watching 7 of our sweet kids that I teach on Sunday get baptised.  Watching those sweet kiddos get up and profess their faith in Jesus Christ brought me to tears as it always does.   It was as if I was watching my own babies go under that water and I could not have been prouder!

Rylie baptism 2011

As I watched those sweet faces yell out that Jesus Christ was their savior, God spoke to me.  I know that he has me exactly where I'm supposed to be at church.  Some days I want to just sleep in.  Some days I don't want to sit with squirming first graders constantly telling them to pay attention.  Some days I just want to hang out and chat after service instead of ducking out early to grab coffee and head into greet my kids.  Some days I feel so insignificant as I sit alone in service while the  Hubs serves behind me running the lights.  Some days I feel like the kids could not care less what I say.

Chloe, baptism 2008

But when I saw my babies (well, other people's babies) standing for Christ, I knew that I am significant in God's plan of planting seeds and sharing his love to families who need it.  Whether I'm correcting squirmy first graders, leading kids in silly birthday songs, or praying with them, I am part of God's plan just where I am.  It's not about me, it's about him!

xo

Lori