A Perfect Baptism . . .

When my daughter turned eight we were very excited for her baptism. We had made our programs, scheduled our speakers and planned refreshments. But . . . things didn't quite go as planned. When we arrived at the church (the stake center wasn't available because the rusted pipes made the water brown) it was locked. So we waited in the parking lot for 30 minutes until someone arrived to unlock the doors. When we got there the font was empty. We had to fill up the font and the water didn't get warm until it was half way full. The closet that had the baptism clothes in it was locked and once again, no one was around to unlock it. So my hubby had to run home and grab his temple clothes so we could perform the baptism.
As time got closer to the baptism, my daughter's biological father and his family arrived. They brought friends and filled up the front four rows. But . . . no one from the ward had arrived. My father is a bishop so I asked him if he could "preside" over the baptism. He was pretty sure that it needed to be someone who presided over that ward, not just any bishop. We had heard that the relief society was having a meeting in the gym, so we snuck a peek and noticed that the Stake President was attending.
So at the last minute, my mother and I were wandering the halls trying to figure out what to do and I said, "nothing is going right". And my mother responded with, "Baptism is a big deal, Satan is trying his best". This affected me greatly. I changed my whole outlook on the situation and thought, "well I won't let him get me down!" So we found the Stake President and asked him to join us for my daughter's baptism.
As the program began I started to understand more of why things hadn't gone our way. The first four rows were filled with people whom I hadn't seen in a long time. People that had seen me at some of my worst times. People I used to call family and friends. I had the wonderful opportunity to stand before them, my family and my beautiful daughter and bear my testimony about the beauty of the atonement and the baptismal covenants that I took when I was eight years old. I was able to stand there and bear witness to them that thru the atonement and repentance I have been able to turn my life around and to enjoy the blessings of the gospel once again. No one in this world knew more of the things I had done then these people, therefore for them to see me testify of the gift of the atonement was monumental.
Then to watch my husband, my eternal companion, take my daughter as his own and baptize her in the name of Jesus Christ, I had an understanding of why Satan wouldn't want this to take place.
It couldn't have gone any better. It was a perfect baptism.