My niece was baptized two days ago. Proud doesn't even begin to describe the feelings I have being chosen as her godmother. My precious, beautiful, innocent niece. And then there's me -- imperfect, worn, and tattered. How it is that I am worthy enough to be granted such an honor and responsibility is beyond me, but there is one thing that I do know -- I am humbled and I accept the responsibility with open, willing arms.
There's something about witnessing a baptism. The cleansing water reminds me that no matter what stage of life we are in, it is never too late to be reborn. I'm not talking just in a Christian sense, but also in the sense of starting fresh in your own life or the challenges you might face. Sure, it may not be easy. Change never is. But can you imagine how refreshing it must be when you stand up, decide you are ready to own the life that you live, and make the absolute best with it? That's having courage -- living a life without fear or dread -- ready to walk down that long and winding path in the light.
I feel like I have gone through a couple of re-births myself this past year. And even still, when I go through particularly rough days, I find myself moving past the struggle to create and re-invent where I want my life to be. And so long as there are questions in my head, I have no doubt that I will continue to push until I feel born again.
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