I wasn't very old. In fact it was 40 years ago, exactly, that as an eight-year-old, I was guided toward my best decision. Today is the 40th Anniversary of my baptism.
My bishop had counseled me to make note of the date so that every year I would be able to look back and remember. I was startled this morning when I did the simple math, and realized that so many years had passed.
We remember key moments in our lives, and this was a significant event. Perhaps at the time, I didn't completely understand the full weight of this experience, but I did feel that I was following the Savior's example and that made me feel important.
Though we lived in Lander, Wyoming, we had to travel to the Riverton Wyoming Stake Center for the baptism. Seated in a long row with the other children waiting to be baptised, I vividly remember feeling quite self-conscious. We were all similarly dressed in white baptismal suits and mine had some type of stain on one leg. Carefully I sat with my hands covering the imperfection. I wondered if it would still be all right for me to get baptized in a suit that wasn't spotless. Should I mention it to someone?
As I arose out of the water, my silly preoccupations were replaced with peace, knowing that at that moment, I stood without spot, without blemish, without sin, before my loving Heavenly Father and that He was pleased with my decision and my action.
Years have passed, and I am still honored to be part of God's Kingdom on earth. It was a good decision.