Three months sober
and today - glorious -
was the start of a
new life.
She told me about the battle -
her body the battle ground
between evil and light,
meth and the Bible -
clinging to Scripture,
taking a hit -
it waged on and on.
There was no fight
left in her.
But today
baptism waters
mingle
with tears that won't stop,
overflowing.
We stand in the water,
warm and swirling,
and watch the worship,
the fullness of the words
washing over us.
Holding hands under the water,
I squeeze tight.
She repeats the Good Confession -
"I believe
that Jesus is the Christ..."
In that moment,
no one means them more.
I dip her under,
buried.
She has known what death feels like.
Then raised!
So quick,
Wet and smiling.
She's new!
We can't even get out of the baptistry
before she's overcome.
The gravity
of what just happened
slowing us down.
We stand in the water,
wet embrace,
hot tears running down my face,
I tell her how proud I am.
When Holy Spirit comes,
we don't rush
this holy moment.
He's there
to help her fight,
to say,
"Now, she's mine."
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