One of the girls in our ward has special needs, and was doing baptisms for the first time. She wasn't sure what to do when she got in the font, and was very clumsy. Sometimes she had to do the baptism twice, and it was very difficult at times. The next girl who stepped into the font did it perfectly. Here's what stood out to me:
It doesn't matter how clumsy we are, how difficult it is for us to do things, our efforts still count. The people the first girl was baptized for will be just as grateful as the people the second girl was.
Sometimes in my life, I feel like I'm so clumsily making my way through things, and like that means I'm not good enough, but the real blessing is in the atonement, and the fact that it makes any clumsy effort good enough.
