A Baptism of Grace:
My Story of Salvation, Family, and Forgiveness
This is a new blog, but the story behind it began long ago. I was saved at the age of nine, during a summer of Bible School that changed my life. I still remember the Spirit’s gentle pull on my heart that Sunday morning—the urgency, the clarity, the call to walk forward and tell the pastor I had accepted Christ as my Savior.
What I didn’t know was that my Daddy was right behind me, moved by the same Spirit, ready to surrender his life to Jesus. He was nearly 39 years old. That morning, we both walked to the front of the church—me with childlike faith, him with the weight of years—and declared our salvation.
Our baptisms were scheduled for a later date, maybe a week or more—I don’t remember exactly. But I do remember the day itself. Daddy was 6'2", and when the pastor dipped him under the water, his feet nearly lifted off the ground. It was holy, awkward, and unforgettable.
Daddy passed away at 66. I’m now 67. And I know where he went.
This blog is close to my heart. It’s a place for devotional reflections, healing art, and honest testimony. I’ve lived a lot of life—made mistakes, carried regrets, and wrestled with forgiveness. The hardest part has been learning to forgive myself.
But grace is still working. And this space is where I’ll share it.
This space is my offering - a quiet place to remember, to reflect, and to begin again.
Isaiah 43:1... I have called you by name; you are mine.
Benediction
Jesus,
The Quill and Me
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