Personal Narrative: Baptism

On March 29th of 2016 I stood for a moment looking out at the ocean. It was cold and cloudy out, and looking down the beach you can see that there were a few people out, and even less out in the water. Behind me, bundled up in jeans and jackets, to the group of my family and friends. Right next to me on one side that's my uncle, who was the pastor and a role model for me and my faith growing up. On my other side should my youth minister, who I had become close with over the past few months. Together, we walked forward into painfully freezing water. Afterwards, a few jokes are made about how a hot tub would have been a better choice in location. But it did not matter, because what I really remember from that day because when they pulled me out from the water and I was newly baptized in Christ.

I have been going to church is my entire life. Some of my earliest memories consist of Sunday morning arts
It was something I had seen in the other churches I had been to growing up. Of course, in each Church, there were differing beliefs, rationales, and methods of baptism. But the basic idea that I was taught by every church that I had been to, was that through this process I was dying and being reborn in Christ. At an early age, I understood that this was a decision I one day wanted to make for myself. I understand but my love of God and my desire to follow him would be lifelong. When I got older, the desire was still there, but I had come to realize its implications. For me, my baptism as a promise to God. I wanted to make sure that it would be a promise but I was ready to make. I'm a very rational and calculating person, and I do not like to make impulse decisions. I wanted iI know I was ready to make a change in my life. I wanted to know but I have the strength to make that change permanent. So, I read scripture, I prayed on it, I asked questions, and I thought that's how I would take this idea of baptism and use it to change my