He doesn’t really look that different to me on the outside. But rest assured, he is on the inside. You see, he got baptized at our church this past weekend by his Daddy. And after he’d been submerged in the water, he was pulled back up and thrust into the air by the strong arms of the man he admires most. We came home after eating a tasty, fast-food dinner of his choice and all he could say was, “I got bapa-tized!” In my opinion there is nothing sweeter than a childlike faith in Christ. His public display of baptism was just that: A public display of what had already taken place in his six-year old heart. I’m one thankful momma.