Baptamatized: A Story of Healing, Legacy, and Living Water

Introduction

I never expected that one of the most healing moments of my life would come through the faith of my daughter.

Her story is really our story.
And in many ways, it’s also my mom’s.

What began as a quiet prayer whispered during a training session turned into a moment I’ll never forget—a baptism, a necklace, and a sacred handoff from one generation to the next.

A Prayer Whispered

Today, my daughter Addie took the step she’s been praying about for almost a year. She was baptized—or as she likes to call it—baptamatized—and I’ll never hear it any other way again. 💧

Almost exactly one year ago—April 9, 2024, to be exact—I shared how God was moving in her heart. She was 11, and I was in the middle of my Live Well Practitioner certification, studying biblical theology and God’s perfect design for holistic healing.

Earlier that day during class, we did a healing prayer exercise. And without her knowing, Addie was my prayer.

A Daughter’s Step of Faith

That same day, she walked into my room with tears in her eyes and said the words I had been quietly crying out to God for:

“I want to give my life to Jesus.”

Her and I butt heads, and she prefers my husband over me most days, so it was huge to have her come to me with this. We prayed together as she gave her life to Jesus—a prayer of healing.

I didn’t grow up with the kind of mother-daughter bond I longed for… which makes this journey with Addie even more sacred.

Watching her open her heart that day cracked something open in mine, too.
God wasn’t just working in her—He was healing something in me.

Over the past year, I've watched her passion for Jesus grow.

I’ve seen the incredible young women in our youth group surround her like big sisters, filling in gaps I couldn’t.

I’ve seen her go from long weekends of hockey games straight to Sunday night youth group—because her spirit was hungry.

And I heard her begin to speak boldly about how ready she was to show the world what Jesus had done in her life.

Today, she did just that.

A Legacy Passed Down

And while today was a beautiful celebration, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit these past few weeks have been heavy.

As a mama.
As a woman.
As someone trying to pour out and lead others while quietly feeling so empty.

I've been in a valley—physically, emotionally, spiritually.

So I sat at the well this week.

Quietly.

Empty.

And I let God fill me.

And this morning, in a sacred exchange, He healed another piece of my heart.

As Addie got ready, her cross necklace broke again. She was frustrated and upset.

Without thinking, I took off the simple white gold cross I’ve worn for nearly 20 years—the one my mom gave me when I graduated nursing school—and I gave it to her.

She resisted at first, not wanting to “take my cross.”

But I looked at her and simply said:

“It’s yours now.”

Healing at the Well

The truth is, my relationship with my mom was anything but easy.
It was layered, painful, and far from picture-perfect.

But in chasing after God, I’ve experienced healing I didn’t even know I needed.
Peace has replaced pain. Grace has filled the gaps.

And this morning, in a bittersweet moment, I was able to let go of the past and give my daughter not just a necklace, but a legacy of faith—redeemed, restored, and renewed.

Watching her step into her faith today was watching God write a new story in our family line—one of freedom, joy, and healing.

That, friends, is what the well is for.

This is what healing looks like.
This is what surrender feels like.
This is what God’s faithfulness looks like through the generations.

Welcome to the water, Addie. 💜
Jesus is just getting started with you.

Final Reflections

As I watched Addie step into the water, I realized something:

I wasn't just witnessing her transformation—I was experiencing my own.

God is in the details.
In broken necklaces.
In quiet prayers.
In the willingness to sit at the well, even when you feel poured out.

This moment reminded me that healing isn’t just something we seek—sometimes it’s something we hand down.
Through presence.
Through faith.
Through legacy.

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