Happy anniversary, Zaza

Today is a very special day for me: 14 years ago on January 31st I was baptised. I believed in Jesus years before then, but for me that day was the day I stood up and decided to share my faith with those around me. Actually looking back it was probably pretty funny: I was very skinny with oversized glasses and freckles and two braids (I think I kind of looked like Pippi Longstocking) and I had the loudest mouth of anyone I knew. I remember going to the hospital that winter to have my tonsils taken out, and in the operating room as the anesthetist inserted an IV, I asked if he was a christian.
"Uh....no." He looked a little suprised.
"Well, you should be?"
He laughed. "Why should I be?"
"Because Jesus loves you!"
Then I fell asleep, thankfully. Sharing the gospel was one thing: being as precocious as I was is another thing altogether.
But that feeling hasn't left me. I love the Lord so much; my life would be an absolute mess without him. And I want to share his love with everyone around me. The other day I looked at my list of 47 things to do before I die (yes, I love lists) and one leapt out at me: "See close friends and family get saved who aren't already." I know, it's a tall order. But I still have lots of time to see God do more miracles!
And as for things on lists.... I have already completed a couple of my new year's resolutions: I got more piercings, I have been exercising 3 times a week, I just signed up for tryouts for women's hockey at TWU, and my french has improved a lot.
As for the timbits, alcohol, pork and chips..... well, that's another story.