I was raised in the smallest of Baptist churches and witnessed many baptisms. At nine years old, I felt the tension of wanting to be obedient, and I was baptized in a white robe in the baptistry that was positioned high above the choir loft at our small church. It was intimidating, but I immediately felt relieved to have done what I was supposed to do. These days, I want to declare my faith again in the water with my husband when he’s ready one day. Not because I should, but because I love doing anything that makes me feel closer to the God I not only want to serve and be obedient to but whom I love.