We’d both been baptized before, however for one reason or another we’d come to the conclusion (separately) that it wasn’t right. So we took the step together. For our own walk of faith, and one for our marriage together. We needed the outside steps of faith that were happening inside.
Before we entered the water, I spent time on my knees, in front of my Lord. Crying, praising and seeking Him. For this man, I’ve prayed. I have been blessed to not see years pass, decades, before his heart was changed. I know how blessed I am. I remember my Mom’s years of silent appeal to God, for the sake of my Dad. I know there are women out there who have prayed for years, through much worse hardships, for the hearts of their husbands. In those moments before I got into the water, I thought of them. My heart heavy with their burdens, and praying for them to be encouraged, strengthened.
I prayed that we would be faithful to Him, and Christ like to each other, our children, and those we come across daily. I was overwhelmed by the blessings we’ve had since moving here. I gave thanks for them, and am excited to see what comes next.
Before we entered the water, we stood in the wings, with it between us. I motioned to him that I wanted us to pray ‘together’. So we reached out our hands, and bowed our heads. Praying together, but separate. I am amazed at the heart of my husband. I’m reminded often how soft and caring it is. How beautifully made he is. His smile still lights up my heart, when he holds my hand, I feel safe. Loved.
That day, after our baptism, we also had the Lords Supper. Before it, however, our pastor opened up the alter, for us to lay anything before God, before we partook of the communion. I asked my darling if he wanted to go down and lay the beginning of our marriage at His feet. He nodded, so we went. With tears in our eyes, we prayed…releasing the guilt, the shame and the burden that wasn’t ours to carry. Together, we left it at His feet, in His care.
Our pastor was quick to tell us that the Lords Supper wasn’t something to take lightly. If we weren’t right before God, don’t participate. If we didn’t believe, don’t participate. He reminded us that if we didn’t take the communion in the right spirit, we’d be drinking condemnation on ourselves. So we examined our hearts, and partook. (Another little blessing was that the bread was gluten free. A few people, including myself, cannot have it, so the pastor and elders blessed us that couldn’t.)
A little explanation of the shirts. My darling hubby loves Superman. While I’m not a huge fan, I’m more of the Batman girl, I love that the huge S stands for Spencer as well. So I choose to match my hubby and we got a few chuckles from the pastor and the congregation. 😉
One of my personal decisions in doing this with him, was to declare to myself and the Lord that I was embracing the role of His daughter, Mr. S’s wife and mother. That I was choosing to walk in faith and submit to Mr. S’s leadership role, and walk together in faith before the Lord. He’s been preparing my heart for this over the last year or so. I still have a ways to go, but the Lord is faithful to complete it!
17 I will not die, but live,
And tell of the works of the Lord.
18 The Lord has disciplined me severely,
But He has not given me over to death.
19 Open to me the gates of righteousness;
I shall enter through them, I shall give thanks to the Lord.
20 This is the gate of the Lord;
The righteous will enter through it.
21 I shall give thanks to You, for You have answered me,
And You have become my salvation.