Showing posts from November, 2012

So Much More Than the 5%

If I had a dollar for every time he's made fun of my faith, I swear I could pay for Notre Dame's tuition all by myself.

Since I first started to fall in love with Jesus, a close family member of mine has made it his life goal to criticize my beliefs. "Don't be such an idiot," he would say to me as a sixth grader. Or "Come on, Haley, you're WAY smarter than that. This Christianity (insert four letter swear word that rhymes with "sit" here) is just a bunch of mythology. It's all a fairytale." I'll never forget freshman year of high school when I was struggling with a personal issue, and this family member said, "Where's your imaginary friend in the sky now? He's not real. He can't help you. You're all alone."
Many times I found myself siding with him, doubting my faith. What if he's right? What if this is all a joke? What if I've been wasting my time all these years?
At the end of my life, if I find …

When I Look Back

When I look back on my life, the only thing I regret is not living every moment with Jesus.

Call me crazy, but I mean these words with all of my heart. The absolute best moments of my life have been my sweet moments with Jesus. When I am with Him, there's no place I'd rather be.

Many people have told me, "I don't need Jesus. I am perfectly happy without him." Yet what we must realize is that there is a very significant difference between happiness and joy. I do not believe that you need Jesus to be happy. But I know without a doubt that you need Jesus in order to achieve true joy.

Happiness is temporary; joy is eternal. When I turn to the world for satisfaction, I feel happy "in the moment," while I am doing whatever I am doing. Yet when I turn to Jesus, the joy He gives me sustains me not just in that moment, but for many moments to come. I do not mean to portray the world as a completely awful place. There's plenty of brightness all around us. Wha…

Beautiful Things

When I think about Jesus, an image like this comes to mind:

Whenever I feel in need of His grace (and who am I kidding, that's pretty much every single moment of my life), I imagine myself sitting at the very top of the mountain shown in this picture. I imagine myself seeing that beautiful sunset face-to-face, gazing out at the beautiful land before me. And all I can think about is Jesus.

What we must learn to do, my beautiful readers, is to see Jesus is everything. As I'm typing these words, I'm looking out the window at Welsh Family Hall (my dorm at Notre Dame). I see the trees swaying in the wind, and I see the leaves falling (yes, to my family back in Texas, the leaves actually change colors here). Most of all, I see the sun shining through the clouds. The sun shining through the clouds...that's Jesus shining through my darkness and filling me with His light. The leaves falling...that's God forgiving my sins and letting my shame fall to the ground. The trees swa…

The Most Beautiful of Words

"On a Sabbath, Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years. She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. When Jesus saw her, He called her forward and said to her, 'Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.' Then He put His hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God." (Luke 13:10-13)

Eighteen years of infirmity.
One moment of freedom.

The second I heard this message in Church last Monday night, tears came to my eyes. All I could think about was a dear friend of mine who, as an 18-year-old, suffers one of the greatest infirmities of them all: an eating disorder. Throughout high school, this friend and I grew extremely close, and often she would ask me for advice in her situation. I remember crying in frustration every time she confided in me and claimed that she wasn't "worthy" of food and didn't "deserve" to live a full life. I neve…