Today, The Tribe Called Hall to the big lake for the church picnic. 
I wore one dress and packed another. One for dipping, one for after.
At the picnic I gathered with others and we formed a line. There was singing and rejoicing. When it was my turn, I walked into the lake and made my declaration. Then the pastor gently lowered me into the lake and I felt it gloosh over me. Then all of me was under the water. Then I was lifted up into the bright summer sun.
And now I am baptized.
This photo below is not me, but it pretty much explains how it felt hugging Mr. Hall after.
And the song in here, "Down to the river", it meant the world to me when I first heard it, and now it means even more.
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