Tomorrow, Isabelle, my ten year old will be baptized. She accepted Christ as her savior some time ago, but baptism has always frightened my kids a little, so I do not press. I pray. It is one of the few times in life that I recall weeping in pure joy. Typically, I'm a crier, most of my emotions come out in tears. Tomorrow will be joyful tears. There is nothing in my heart but love and joy in seeing my girls follow in believer's baptism. I have allowed her to choose the lunch menu, which will be spaghetti with my homemade sauce, garlic bread, and cake for dessert.
God is good.