Happy Happy Happy, Joy Joy Joy!
I have been baptised!
It feels like I've finally reached the end of the beginning of the journey. I felt very privileged this afternoon. Not only was I the 100th person to be baptised into our church since it was planted in 2002, but the man that performed the baptism, Alistair, who is a Messianic Jew, also said parts of the baptism rite in Hebrew. That was amazing. My parents managed to get to the pool in time - mum in her wheelchair. I was totally thrilled. After they dunked me, I did a porpoise-dive back under the water, and came up hooting.
I've been crook all week - tummy bug, food poisoning, and then on Saturday, I finally succumbed to Becca and David's bugs - NO VOICE! This morning, at church, I was totally freezing, couldn't stop shivering, and had to get David to take me home straight after the service. Curled up on the couch with wheaties and a duvet, and slept for an hour, before going down to Westwave pool for my baptism.
Being surrounded by other believers makes all the difference - I feel like I've finally found a home. And when I got home, there was a lovely pot plant on the doorstep, with a card from the pastor's wife, thanking me for being a blessing in her life, watching me come to Jesus, and hoping we'll be friends for a long time.
And, just to top off this week - I got an A- for my final essay - and there was I thinking it was a load of fluff! Hehe.
