My baptism story

My baptism video

Growing up church was just something that was a part of my routine. Every Sunday we would get up and go to Sunday school. My mother would pack a bag of snacks and activities to keep my brother and I busy during the service. Then after we would go out to eat as a family, that was my favorite part. It was not until I moved to Chicago in 2015 that I really began to explore my faith. I moved for an ex boyfriend, hoping that if I moved there we would get back together…crazy, I know! My aunt growing up would give me a devotional every year for my baptism birthday and to be honest I threw most away. One night I was at my lowest, so alone, so depressed, and felt so unloved. I rolled over and opened my nightstand drawer, sitting right in front of me was the last devotional she got me. I turned it over and the first line on the back was “You are not alone, you have hope. Every minute of every day you are loved.” I remember being like “okay, okay, I hear ya.” I opened it and read almost the entire daily devotional in one night.