Today I learned that I have been accepted into seminary school. I hope to take my classes online. Wow! It has been a long journey for me to get to this point. No matter how desperately my heart accepted the call…my mind thought that it was impossible for it to be realized. Today I marvel at God’s work, when it comes to the “impossible”.
For as long as I can remember, I have felt the presence of God in my life, an unwavering assurance that there is a power, that keeps me, greater then myself. As I grew older, I began to make the connection between God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. “You need, the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,” our preacher bellowed out every Sunday morning in a small Baptist church.
Often, my mom, a single parent, did not attend church with my two brothers and me. But without wavering, she had us dressed and waiting for our elderly neighbor. This petite, silver haired lady was in the business of winning souls for Jesus Christ and fatherless children was her specialty. She took great care in our religious upbringing. Advising my mom and avowing sermons. She required us to participate in all the children’s programs at church. Put our nickels, dimes, and occasionally, when mom had it to spare, our quarters in the collection plates. She was adamant about us understanding the seriousness of being saved. I can see her so clearly in my mind after all these years, saying “Now when you are old enough, you can join the church, but you must accept Jesus first and you have to be old enough to understand that!” Just for emphases, she would shake her thin index finger at us.
Finally, when I was nine years old I was baptized in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost and allowed to join the church. “Hallelujah…Jesus I made it past the gatekeepers…to get to You…”I thought on that long awaited day. That was an amazing day for me. Dressed in my all white baptismal gown, I kept my eyes on the sky as our preacher dipped me in the cool muddy water of a little pond. It was a beautiful day. The sky was crystal blue that morning with a few wispy white clouds. I came up out of the water jumping and shouting as I confessed salvation, thanked God in Jesus Name and asked the Holy Spirit to come live in me. That day will always be my most cherished childhood memory.
I smile, thinking back to the day that I was baptized into the body of Christ. As I embark on this new journey, I remember my beginning and ask that God in Jesus Name guide my footsteps.
Now I pray that I complete the book that I am writing before classes start…just a thought…maybe a hope…
Oh, my daughter agreed to be my first follower (with a little encouragement from me)…and my dear friend said that my blog was inspirational and that she will read it again…I am thankful for this day!
God Bless… I am Wiley’s Granddaughter