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I am 66 years old. I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior when I was 6 years old. On June 20, 1965, I was baptized and would have been ten years old, almost 11. I'm not sure why the wait, but I guess I did not want to do the whole deep water in a box thing, but I'll never know, and it doesn't really matter.

Several years back, I got the sweetest gift, but I did not understand its date. It is really funny now that I think back to what my expression must have been; total confusion! The gift was a ring from my blog's 'fresh find,' stamped with my Baptism date. In my mind, I simply could not figure out what happened in 1965. My husband had gifted me the ring, and I felt so bad that I did not understand, and our kids were looking at me like...well? It really is one of the most special gifts that I cherish. In my testimony, I know in my heart that I was saved when I was six. This is THE day! It is important that I DID make it public finally because this is not something that I would ever do without the help and encouragement of my Savior. but I do want others to know my Jesus.

This evening, when I was looking for my Baptism card, I sat and looked through my baby book. 

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I found some interesting things that I've never really paid attention to...

 

 

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Remember sweet Dr. Dorothy Long?

 

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My infant menu!

 

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Awe, George Mahon congratulated my parents on my birth with a tear-off printed autograph! ;)

 

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I got my first Tetanus shot in 1963, and I still need them today! LOL

 


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Mrs. Ellis was my teacher in 1962, and here is my school shot record.

 


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This is my Baptism Certificate.

 


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I don't think I have ever sat and read what my mother had to say about me at an early age. But, she told me when I asked if there was anything that stood out to her about raising me that might seem different than other children, she said I did not like to be held. So, as I matured, this characteristic came through.

I learned, too, from the baby book that the scar on my left cheek came from falling onto the bed rail of my brother's bed. Whatcha wanna bet that he pushed me off? I'm sure I deserved it. But, no, seriously, it would have been my accident. I was always having little injuries from my play.

 


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This is the wonderful ring gift with my Baptism date, the date I began to visually show the world that Jesus is mine and I am His.

For sixty years, I have had a relationship with my Living Lord. This is all I need.

 

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