With my sister and her family in town, we thought it was the perfect opportunity to get the boys baptized. They were baptized together at the Cathedral of the Rockies, just like my sister and I were nearly 30 years ago. It was so special to have almost all of our family present and it was special that our boys were baptized as brothers. We missed Grandma and Papa, but didn't expect them to fly over from Hawaii for the occasion. :)
Chris almost had a nervous breakdown worrying about all the things that could go wrong with Grady during his baptism. I cannot deny that I almost did too. Let's just say that when Grady loses it these days he LOSES it and it is very unpredictable what will set him off. We are proud to report that God's presence was undeniable that day. Grady was amazing. When wewere asked to come onto the stage, Grady led the way marching up to the stage and over to the band like it was his job. After briefly checking out the instruments, he quietly made his way back to us. He was then asked to stand on a chair in front of the whole congregation while pastor Duane performed the baptism. He did so with confidence and no complaints. After he was baptized he astutely pointed out that it was water that the pastor just put on his head, "that is water in there" and the congregation giggled. He was perfect, it was perfect. Our sweet baby Graham was also baptized without so much as a whimper, this did not surprise us as he is so far the sweetest, easiest baby ever. Pastor Duane then paraded both boys through the congregation and Grady followed again like it was his job holding hands with pastor Duane who held Graham in his other arm. I was so proud and felt such peace that my boys were officially baptized.
The photos are not great, apparently church lighting is not great for pictures, but here they are.
After the baptism the pastor asked if anyone else felt inspired that today was their day to be baptized. After the offering a young woman was brought up the stage impromptu for her own special baptism. She wept with joy the whole time and I wept right along side her in a sloppy post partum mess. Perhaps it was the hormones or perhaps it was the grace of God, but it was special and a moment I won't forget. I hope that some day my boys feel the presence of God so deeply and so profoundly that they too are moved to tears in a way they cannot explain. It is also my hope that these boys find truth in faith in a way that deepens their life and makes the bumps along the way easier to handle. I know that the Whitfields and the Ericksons will help them through their own faith journey in their own special way and we are blessed that both of these families will be the God parents of our children.
Beautiful.
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