I have to mention one more thing: I've been very blessed as a missionary to have been involved in the baptisms of more than 25 people to date. Each service has brought an amazing sensation of love and peace that I simply cannot describe, nor can I ascribe it to anything other than the Holy Spirit. I must confess, it becomes easy for that Spirit, that influx of joy and peace, to be taken for granted or for one to miss the rarity and specialness of that feeling when it is experienced over and over again in a short period of time. Now don't mistake--every baptism I've been a part of has been a beautiful, wonderful experience for which I would not trade the world. I am so grateful for the faith and courage the good people with whom I've worked have shown in choosing to be baptized; they are examples to me! I mention that only as a backdrop to the overwhelming sense of love, joy, peace, and gratitude to be doing what I do that I felt today as I sat in white next to Rebecca and watched the tears of joy stream down her face. I admit, tears welled up in my eyes as these feelings swelled in my heart.
After the baptism I looked heavenward, thanking my Father for the tender mercy that was to me. I looked at the rain-washed sky and drank in the beauty of the purple-and-yellow tango of the clouds and the sunset; as I did, I once again reflected on the great goodness of our Father in Heaven. From our birth to the day we die He is there--watching, guiding, weeping with us, and waiting to bless. If ever life seems to become robotic or unfulfilling, just look at a sunset or count your blessings or stop to thank God for that breath you just took. I know He is in the details of our lives. I know He loves me and wants each of us Home. And when you feel alone, just imagine His loving arms around you when you make it back and His gentle, powerful voice whispering in your ear "Welcome Home".
I just can't wait.
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