Lately as you watch the daily news, there is much talk about water and the way it is changing people's lives.
Florida citizens are living in the flooded aftermath of Fay's storms and downpours.
Grand Canyon visitors were shocked by the onslaught of flash-flooding.
South Texas farms are still experiencing drought conditions.
And of course, who could forget Michael Phelps and his history-changing Olympic performance?
My life was impacted by water this week as well - I was baptized.
Now I accepted Christ into my life a while back, but I always assumed I had already experienced baptism since I was baptized as an infant. I was wrong. It had so much more meaning and significance in my Christian life this past week than I could have imagined.
I was in choir practice Wednesday night, singing words I know well:
"All to Jesus I surrender
all to Him I freely give.
I will ever love and trust Him
In His presence daily live.
I surrender all.
I surrender all.
All to thee my precious Savior, I surrender all."
And I knew. I wanted to be baptized, to profess my belief in Christ and surrender all to Him as his servant.
I've had some rough weeks as of late, mainly consisting of doubting myself in my roles at work and at home. I've been struggling with my oldest child's fits and smart mouth and defiance. I've been overwhelmed by my schedule and my lack of being able to fit myself into it. I've been consumed with guilt when I longed for the days of no children and no obligations. I've yearned for worldly things and cursd the fact that I don't have the money for them.
I'm lifting it all up to Him.
I know the Lord has a plan and a purpose for me, and I'm surrendering to His will, listening for His voice.
By the water, I surrender all.