A Long-Awaited Day

I had wanted to join the Church (so much easier and shorter than spelling out the whole church name!) for nearly nine months when I stepped into those waters of baptism with a gladdened heart and enlightened mind. Being underwater terrifies me, but aside from that, I had no nerves. I was overcome with calm and peace, and was extremely happy.
That was March 17, 2013. And today I still have that peace and happiness. It was a wonderful day shared with friends, both old and new. I was taught by four different missionaries, three of whom were able to attend my baptism. I feel so blessed to have them in my life, along with the friends who supported me all the way.
I was baptized by my best friend, the same friend who first introduced me to the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. Talk about a special moment! It was hard to hold back the tears, but I managed somehow.
I guess all I can really say is that it was an amazing day, the feelings that I had that day and have had since that day are indescribable, and can only be described by a Book of Mormon scripture that I read a few days before my baptism: "Therefore, let us glory, yeah, we will glory in the Lord; yea, we will rejoice, for our joy is full; yea, we will praise our God forever. Behold, who can glory too much in the Lord? Yea, who can say too much of his great power, and of his mercy, and of his long-suffering towards the children of men? Behold, I say unto you, I cannot say the smallest part in which I feel" (Alma 26:16).

Before the baptism. Here's our lovely crew! I love these elders (and the other one--maybe I should say RMs* now!) to death! And my best friend, of course! :)

After the baptism. The girls on the right are both dear friends, both instrumental in my mission discussions and strengthening my testimony.

 

 

*An RM is a returned missionary, aka: someone who has served a mission.