Paige's original leukemia diagnosis stopped us in our tracks. Everything was placed on hold--school, work, regular day-to-day stuff--everything. Baptism weekends would come and go, but Paige was never able to participate. Hospital stays. Suppressed immune system. PICC lines. These things were part of treatments meant to get her well, but they kept her from doing things she wanted to do.
Then came that second relapse. So many heavy conversations. So many tears. Paige was always very sure of God's presence. She knew He would not leave her. She knew the strength, fight, and courage she possessed came straight from her Heavenly Father. When the news came that her disease was progressing, when the choice to discontinue medications became clear, when going home for even a few days promised some time outside the hospital walls--Paige made it very clear she had one thing she wanted to do. She wanted to be baptized, and she wanted Jeremy to be part of it.
Our amazing church made it happen. Jeremy was able to experience baptism by immersion, which is what we'd planned for both kiddos. Paige has always done things her own special way--and this was no exception. Granted, we were given the task of figuring out the PICC line and leg braces, so it wasn't like our sweet girl just refused to get in the water. On top of that, she was feeling particularly wiped out that day. We put our heads together and came up with a plan that would be more than a sprinkle but less than total immersion. Paige described it as Pastor Tim scooping up water in his hands and letting it wash over her head with a big "woosh" sound.
That day will forever be one of my favorite days. My kiddos were baptized. Together. My heart was pretty full that day.
One Lord, one faith, one baptism. Ephesians 4:5
* Here's a quick glimpse of that beautiful, special, amazingly wonderful day. 💖