On Sunday, April 17, 2016, my kids and I got baptized. One day I was speaking with my dad and I asked him had I ever been baptized and he said, “No.” I asked why and he stated that because my mom was Catholic and he was raised Southern Baptist, he didn’t want either of their views imposed on me. So he told my mom that he would rather us kids find out who Jesus is on our own accord. Now that I’m an adult I’m actually glad they let me find Jesus on my own. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I didn’t grow up in a church and my parents didn’t force me to attend on Sundays. My mom would take my grandmother to Catholic Mass and occasionally I would go but it was always in Spanish and I wasn’t fluent in this language. My dad worked shift work so he rarely had a Sunday off and when he did, we didn’t go to Brazoria to go to church. I started going more frequently in the 8th grade with my best friend at the time because her dad was a pastor and if we went out on the weekend, we had better have our butt in church!
Once I got married, we went to church here and there; most of the time going to brunch at The Cottage in La Jolla was more important to us. When we did attend church, you know on Christmas, Easter and Mother’s Day, we went to see our friend Pastor Miles McPherson at the Rock.
I had my “come to Jesus moment” when I filed for divorce. I had nothing else. I was empty and I wanted to fix the broken pieces that were left inside of me. I found a new church home, started attending weekly bible study and Sunday morning service with my friend, Britany. I love this church as I always felt like the pastor was speaking directly to me. Some days my eyes would fill with tears during praise and worship but I knew it was because something was connecting to my soul. One day at bible study the pastor asked the younger generation to stand and then the elders. He wanted to show us that there were people we could use as our prayer partners. I wasn’t in the position to tell some stranger about my problems but I knew just the person to ask, Mrs. Dion. Mrs. Dion, who had known me and did my hair since I was 23 years old. She is a minister and her husband is a pastor but she never pushed her views on me. I remember the day that I asked her to be my prayer partner, she was speechless and I think tears filled both of our eyes. She accepted the invitation with no hesitation.
No one could have ever prepared me the magnitude of issues that would arise from my divorce but Mrs. Dion was there every step of the way. It didn’t matter the day or time; she made herself available. She really taught me the power of prayer and guided me so that I could build my relationship with Jesus.
In March of 2014, the boys and I joined The Fort Bend Church. I decided I wanted my boys to have a place outside of my home where they can practice unselfish, sympathetic love. A church family will help develop their spiritual muscles. We are commanded to love each other, pray for each other, encourage each other, greet each other, serve each other, teach each other, accept each other, honor each other, bear each other’s burdens, forgive each other, be devoted to each other and many other mutual tasks. These are the same principles I am teaching my children in my own home, our family responsibilities to one another. What I have learned is we need more than the bible in order to grow; we need other believers! We grow faster and stronger by learning from each other and being accountable to one another. When they are in children’s church it is my goal that when others share what GOD is teaching them, they will learn and grow too.
After we completed our orientation we were allowed to get baptized. It was so important to me for the boys and I to get baptized together as this would be one of the most important times in our lives. So on April 17, 2016, we were blessed to have family and friends fly in for this special occasion. Mrs. Dion was kind enough to lead us in prayer before the boys and I left. On the way Kaden held my hand in the car and we sang our usual praise music and I stopped to get them doughnuts. It was truly a blessing to walk in the church that morning with my boys hand in hand.
As I got dressed I was filled with emotion as this was a long time coming. I remember snapping photos and texting them to my friends. As the boys and I walked down the hallway I prayed silently that they would always remember this day and I was just so thankful for God guiding me down this path. This day symbolized the foundation the boys and I will continue to build our lives upon.
Whenever we are born again we automatically become part of God’s spiritual family. I want the boys to know that real fellowship is much more than attending church services. It is experiencing life together, and that’s exactly what this moment stood for.
I was the first to go and to see the love and support from all of my family and friends was overwhelming. As I was dipped in the water my life flashed before my eyes. It was like every situation, pain and struggle was suddenly removed from my life. God made me new again and it was going to be up to me to continue down this amazing path God had already laid out for me. I’m living my purpose and it feels so good. I watched on the side as my boys went one by one and there truly are no words to describe how I felt. It’s not easy raising 3 boys alone but God always gives me exactly what I need to do my job. The foundation that is set for them is only going to make them better men and as their mother it’s my job to provide them a solid foundation.
I will continue to teach my boys unselfish loving, honest sharing, serving others, sacrificial giving and sympathetic comforting. Quick little story, my friend Tamisha was watching the boys and heard a friend of Kaden’s ask him, “if he was rich?” to which Kaden replied, “Yes, because I believe in GOD.” I think it’s safe to say that I am doing my job as a mother.
Thank you to all of my family and friends; some who flew in for this special occasion. Your continued love and support never go unnoticed and we are blessed to have each and every one of you as a part of our lives. A special thank you to the Sienna Saints for coming to witness their teammate, Kaden, get baptized. Kaden’s team had a basketball tournament the morning of and after their game all the boys in their uniform came to give their support. WOW!