Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • As I stood there in the water on that chilly Sunday evening, I watched the line of people in front of me slowly become smaller. As I looked back on the sandy shore to see a crowd of people watching, I could the feel the butterflies fluttering inside me. One by one each person took the pastor’s hand and went under water then reappeared within seconds, but it seemed more like minutes. When my turn approached I took the pastor’s hand and at that moment I knew I was ready to recommit my life to God.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.