I reflected my own baptism and how I was excited with anticipation of the ordinance. I was going to commit myself to the Lord by making a covenant to seek to be pure.
When we are baptized it is for a mere moment where we cannot see, hear, and cannot breathe. We are completely vulnerable. We are dependent on the Lord and priesthood to survive. Now, dad didn't let me drown but pulled me out of the water.
As I reflected on how short the act was I marveled how mortality is also so short. We go from a place of trust seeing all, hearing all, and basking in the breath of life. We enter mortality where we cannot see nor hear the Lord. Fear could easily overcome us because we then ask "God where art thou?" our whole lives not knowing that our Father was there the whole time keeping us safe and being in control.
I have taken the time this week to thank God for my baptism in mortality and for showing me His hand and mercy in this experience. I am grateful that I have lived as long as I have to see and recognize God's love for each of us. I hope to be a saint that others will remember for their smile and good spirit but above all, I hope that the Savior is now more in my countenance than when I started this mortal journey.
