baptism

My roommate was baptized on Sunday, and it seems as though she's a little disappointed by the event. There was nothing hugely miraculous or monumental about it, and maybe she thinks it was a bit anticlimactic. Anyway, it made me think about my baptism. There really wasn't anything that novel about it, and it happened when I was eight years old, so perhaps I don't have the best memory of the event, but it was another step on the trajectory I'm on. I have always known that the Church was true; that has never been an issue. I think even now I wouldn't have any trouble making the commitment to be baptized. But I'm so grateful that I was raised in the gospel and baptized when I was eight years old so that I could have a lifetime to practice living the gospel and experiencing the amazing blessings that come from keeping the commandments.