PDA's in Church This Morning

What shall we say, then? Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase? By no means! We are those who have died to sin; how can we live in it any longer? Or don’t you know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life. Romans 6:1-4

There were six baptisms at church this morning. Six saints chose today to publicly display their affection for Christ. Two older ladies, a middlish-aged man, a teenager, and two children publicly pledged their obedience to Jesus. I cried after each one. The teenager read her testimony and I cried. She had me at, "I was raised in a Christian home." Our families have been friends for a few years now and the positive things she had to say were wonderful to hear.

Then it was time to sing. And cry. A lot. 'Tears streaming down my face wishing I had a kleenex' kind of cry. I just love Jesus so much! I love our church, too.

Wonderful Merciful Savior

Wonderful, merciful Savior
Precious Redeemer and Friend
Who would have thought that a Lamb
Could rescue the souls of men
Oh you rescue the souls of men

Counselor, Comforter, Keeper
Spirit we long to embrace
You offer hope when our hearts have
Hopelessly lost the way
Oh, we hopelessly lost the way

You are the One that we praise
You are the One we adore
You give the healing and grace
Our hearts always hunger for
Oh, our hearts always hunger for

Almighty, infinite Father
Faithfully loving Your own
Here in our weakness You find us
Falling before Your throne
Oh, we're falling before Your throne
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In Like a Lion

March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. That means that with the huge amount of snow we have gotten in the past two days, it should be quite nice on my birthday at the end of the month. But I am not writing a post about the weather. Or my birthday. Even though I will be 42, and it has been two years since my 40th birthday plunged me into a 5-month-long depression.

I want to write about things that cannot be written on a public blog. Things like complicated relationships at church and why I feel the need to defend our church from certain influences. Things like super secret meetings that may soon need passwords in order to enter them and dynamics in that group and how it's like I have an alter-ego because I cannot tell people who are close to me about the group because 1)they'll think I'm weird and 2)one of the stipulations of being in the group is I'm not supposed to tell anyone. It's super secret, you know.

I have a crazy underground garage. My friend found the following quote on Pinterest that made her think of me. Of us. It goes,

She's crazy. And just when you think you've reached the bottom of her craziness, there's a crazy underground garage.

Isn't that great? I love that! I love that I can show off my crazy underground garage to my husband, my kids, and some of my friends. But it's a private thing. I don't think everyone should be allowed in. And really, not everyone would want in.

There is a large tree across the street from my house that is in the shape of a heart. I love that tree. One day I will have to take a picture of it.