I think back to that day, 8 years ago. It's a moment to remember -- plunging down into that watery grave, coming up in newness of life. It's not I who live, but Christ who lives in me.
Young and unafraid, I declared to the universe whose soldier I was. My Commander had my heart and my life, and I was willing to enter the thick of battle for Him. It was solemn, yet I was full of joy. With childlike faith I surrendered all to Jesus.
A lot can happen in 8 years. It's only by the grace of God that I am still His. Along with growing up comes the cares of this life -- first teenage temptations and now more “mature” adult stuff. But though it all my God has remained faithful and unchanging.
I want to have the love, faith, and fire of that moment when I took my first breath as a newborn in the family of God. I want to once again be like that child of 8 years ago, trusting simply in my Heavenly Father.
He is calling me, and He is calling you.
Live like a little child.
