Tonight out of the blue, my mom asked if I knew where the Baptismal gown was. The beautiful garment was hand made by my dad’s Aunt Jane. My 4 siblings and I were all Baptized wearing the gown, along with 9 of my cousins and my 2 sons. There could have been more. The last I heard, my mom had sent the heirloom to one of my cousins. I don’t know where it went after that, or if it even still exists after 60+ years. I’m not sure what made my mom suddenly think of this, but it was a nice way to reminisce.
I Found God today remembering stories of Baptisms.