Baptism

Sunday, a man got up in Fast and Testimony Meeting and stated how, his Baptism Day, when he was eight years old, was one of the happiest days of his life!  It's right up there with his wedding day and children's births.
Well, that got me thinking about my baptism day.  I remember a few things about that day, but there is one huge thing I think about that day. Guilt. Down right guilt. That's all I thought about that entire day.  I was supposed to be washed of my sins and be perfect. But I wasn't perfect, nor would I ever become perfect.  I had some huge sins on my mind at the time, yes, even at eight years old.  In my mind, at that time, I could never over come them.
I don't think I've ever over came that guilt.  It has stayed with me for 25 years. I've just learned to live around it. At the time, I felt like I joined the church based on lies, and continually lied my entire life.
I'm over living in guilt.

A little pet peeve...

I'm glad that your grandchild/child/niece/nephew/godchild has shown an interest in music, and you've decided to teach them yourself to "save some money."
My issue is, when I show you a beginning level book for that instrument in his/her age level, because you asked what book to use, and you don't even understand the first lesson, maybe you shouldn't be the one teaching said child!
Pay for the lessons!
End of rant.
*I would say this about teaching any subject!