April 23, 2012

Washed Away

Last night, my oldest son walked into the baptistry, went below its waters, and resurfaced with a big smile, all as a picture of his new life in Christ. And, of course, then he swam to the steps to exit the baptistry. He's an 8-year-old boy, after all.
Beforehand, he proclaimed (quite loudly) why he wanted to baptized:

I know that I am a sinner, and that God washed my sin.
I believe in Him and know He’s real.
I want to follow Him for the rest of my life.
I want to be baptized because I love God.
Jesus is preparing a new home for me. God wants to live with us forever.

What's a Mama to think, watching her beloved husband baptize her beloved firstborn? How to take it all in, to grasp the significance of the occasion, to capture in that moment the great faithfulness of God?
As I watched through the blur of my tears, holding my other two sons, that's all I kept thinking: God is faithful. When Kyle and I sat at the kitchen table last night, kids sleeping and rain pouring, that's all we could say: God is faithful. All the questions and the worries, all the concerns that we might never see this day, they were washed away so sweetly in those baptism waters. New worries will take the place of the old, I'm sure, but one thing will remain the same: God is faithful. I love Him so.