A Story to Tell

I am one of those people who wants everything to run smoothly, and when it doesn't I usually have a hard time rolling with it.  My husband, on the other hand, looks forward to unanticipated kinks in our plans, for the single reason that they make life interesting.  Well, yesterday was a very important day for our family, but it didn't go quite as planned...and now we have a story to tell.

Yesterday was Tyson's Baptism day.  Just as we were headed out the door to make our way to the church, we got a phone call saying the power was out in the church building.  Great.  We were assured that there was enough natural light that we could still have the baptism, if we wanted to.  Well, we had friends and family in town and Tyson had waited long enough, so we went ahead with it.

On our drive to the church, we passed tree branches on the roads, multiple street lights that weren't working, and a wooden fence that had been completely blown down.  I don't know if it was because we just celebrated Halloween, or the whistling wind outside, but the church felt a little like a haunted house...especially while walking down the long dark hallway to the font:)  But you know what?  It was one of the most wonderful baptisms I have ever attended.  My family was there, my friends were there, the cousins sang a beautiful song while Uncle Ted played the guitar, Uncle Jason gave a wonderful talk, and my little guy was baptized and confirmed by his dad.

I don't think anyone who was there will ever forget it.  Not only will we remember the ice cold font water, eating cheesecake in the gym while someone held a giant flashlight that oddly resembled a light saber, and Mike having to practically wrestle Tyson into the water (twice), but we will also remember that the spirit was there.  That Tyson took a step closer to his Heavenly Father. 

By around 9pm, all our visitors had left and Mike said, "This has been one of my favorite days ever," and I had to agree!!