 Hi, everyone. My name is Adidisha. Everyone calls me. My dad is the one that's used to smoking and sweet. I don't know if I can get everyone hyped up at a bridal tower, something like that. I was raised at Cora Storm, so I've been attending this church since I was three years old. I was practically raised. So, growing up, I thought I was a good kid. I was dead with myself through both sides. So, I respected my parents. I read my Bible. I prayed almost every day, and I took notes every week after a lesson from church. I always practiced modesty as I could, and I didn't get into too many fights, and I thought I knew most of everything about the Bible. Whenever I would witness someone disrespect their parents or something in modesty, I think, thank God, I might let them. But at that time, I didn't realize that, apart from Christ, I was exactly like it. So, if I did anything closely to anything close to spiritual, I didn't do it because I wanted to. I did it because my parents always said to me, and if I didn't, I was going to get beat. I paid attention, and it wasn't because I wanted to please God. I just wanted to make my parents happy, so I could go on with my life. Living with strict parents, you're going to have desires of your own. You're not always going to want to do what they say. You're not always going to wear what they tell you to wear, you're not going to want to talk to people they don't want you to talk to. Of course, I obeyed the rules for the most part, and sometimes I slip up and disobey, then I've lied to cover it up. But overall, I obeyed. I didn't do it because I had to fear God, but fear of my parents. I knew I wasn't good with God, and I definitely knew I wasn't a Christian. I didn't understand why, but my pride wouldn't let me ask for help. So, Sunday after Sunday, from the children from the sanctuary, I heard about being broken over 10, and living a life to please Him, but I didn't quite understand it. Because I was prideful, I thought I knew everything, but it wasn't until I was 16 and a half that I let my pride down, and finally went and talked to my dad. My father and I have something that we call kitchen talks, so it's when he's preparing his meat for Saturday, and we just get in the kitchen and talk about whatever's on our mind. I remember asking him if someone had to be perfect to be saved, or what they had to do to be safe. I really knew that someone didn't have to be perfect, and I knew they couldn't do anything themselves. Yet, I found myself asking because to be honest, I did not know anything. He told me that we can do anything to be saved. He saves us if he wants to do it so for his glory. And with that answer, I battled with it for weeks, if not months, over and over again. I asked myself questions like, if God knew all things, why would He create someone if you knew they would only end up protecting him and going to hell? Or, I didn't ask to be created, so why would this sentence move to a life like that? I've been gone for creating people just to send them to hell, and I hated them for creating meat, and could then move to this life, where I actually have to take to live even more strict life than I already had. I hated reading Romans 9-21, had the part in the right over the plate to make out of the same grump of one vessel for honor for you and another for the honor for you. I would always say that God wasn't really good if He didn't just make people feel wrong to live their life for him. It seemed wrong with him to have to send people to be made to burn cigarettes because that was what he was. These thoughts probably be over almost every day, and they only got worse every Sunday when all those things I told myself were always refuted each Sunday, sermon after sermon. And I knew my kind of thinking was off, but I just didn't know why. So I was scared of dying and going before God, knowing I was going to hell and not understanding Him to make things right or how to live my life for Him. So my little sister Mary used to share a room, and she was like, why aren't you asleep yet? And I was battling for all these thoughts, and she was just like, why don't you do it by yourself to go pray about it? So I prayed about it and asked for guidance. I asked Him to show me what I needed to know. I prayed for days about it, and not because someone told me to because I genuinely had a hunger to know how it was wrong and how people forget me. Funny enough, a few couple weeks later during the sermon I heard on free will. I don't remember how it came across it, but it was as if God had answered my prayers. After listening to the sermon, I understood that God had put in me a part that wanted to serve Him. I understood that apart from God, my heart was part of Him. And if He had not put it in me to rely on Him and Him alone, I would have been dead in my sins. He did not want people to sin. He wanted to destroy them as their Savior. But of God the man in their righteousness suppressed the truth and they disobeyed and that was not His fault at all. After that, I remember my mom telling me to read Titus 3, 5, and 7. She said, She saved us not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to His own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit. Can He port out on us grace to see Jesus Christ our Savior? So that being justified by His grace, we might become prayers according to the hope of eternal life. So it is now my favorite verse to go through whenever I go to work assurance. I could never do anything in myself to be saved but come to Him so that He would cleanse me of my sin. I had an mediator because Christ died for me and I still wonder why I would ever put my faith in my works when I finally understood this truth. From that time, the Lord in His mercy gave me a part that I wanted to do and not anyone else but Him. Yes, I could have been my parents but I didn't do it because I didn't have the chance to trouble if I didn't. I did it because of God's command that we could be. If I'm not living a life of peace then nothing separates me from the people that disobeyed their parents. Nothing separates me from the people of this world besides Christ. And especially to the younger ones here we are blessed beyond measures to be a part of this church. When we are young we are being taught the gospel. So there's no room for you to say that you did not know. Especially if you were in this church. You may not be coming to church but there's a lot of people here that we talk to as kids and especially with the sermons that have been going on now don't reject revelation. And just to all the parents out there thank you all so much for all your prayers. They do, even though and may not seem like it at first I didn't think I would be standing here. I thought I would be out of college. I wouldn't be here anymore but here I am on the other side of the smite. Greatest of the Lord we're all with you. Thank you all so much. He's working, he's got some brisket. Come on Dad. Let's go west. Hello to see our kids. It's been a tremendous joy to see the Lord working that way in our church. And so this is something I'm so excited about and it's been amazing to me and have conversations and to hear those testimonies is just amazing to me. That's the Lord at work. So very, very, very grateful for what the Lord has done here with respect to these who have come and needing our joy to baptize her today based upon a profession of faith in Jesus Christ. You heard her testimony to serve the Lord here. You're very grateful for it. You enjoy it. Sister to baptize. It's called her sister. It's a joy. To baptize her the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Ready with Christ and baptism? All the way.